“Contrariwise,” continued Tweedledee, “if it was so, it might be, and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic!”
The first person who, having enclosed a plot of land took it into his head to say this is mine…
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved As you thrust a bare arm backward And made play with your…
There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at without result.