The book called Alice in Wonderland was thought by some to be so strange, that in China in 1931 the book was banned. The Governor of Hunan Province made such a declaration on the grounds that “animals should not use human language” and that it was “disastrous to put animals and human beings on the same level.”
This present world is so strange, that some days I wake up and think I must be deep underground, having curiously slipped down a rabbit hole: Absolutely mad people–hatters and otherwise–are running about. The earth is amuck.
President Barack Hussein Obama has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. What? Say that again. Surely, surely you jest.
I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!
We’re all mad here.
Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.
The Mock Turtle
Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with, and then the different branches of arithmetic — Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.
The Mock Turtle
Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.
I don’t believe there’s an atom of meaning in it.
Sentence first — verdict afterwards.
You’re nothing but a pack of cards!
I think I should understand that better, if I had it written down: but I can’t quite follow it as you say it.
That’s nothing to what I could say if I chose.
Now, I give you fair warning, either you or your head must be off, and that in about half no time! Take your choice!
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?
It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.