I Know Who I Was When I

You Used To Be Much More..."muchier." You've Lost Your Muchness.

In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As The Days Go By

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat How I Wonder What You're At! Up Above The World You Fly, Like A Tea-tray In The Sky.

'but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People,' Said Alice. 'oh, You Can't Help That,' Said The Cat. 'we're All Mad Here.'

Epithets, Like Pepper, Give Zest To What You Write; And If You Strew Them Sparely, They Whet The Appetite: But If You Lay Them On Too Thick, You Spoil The Matter Quite!