"What is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictues or conversations?"

     "Give your evidence," the King repeated angrily, "or I'll have you executed, whether you're nervous or not."

     "I didn't!" The March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
     "You did!" said the Hatter.
     "I deny it!" said the March Hare.
     "He denies it," said the King (to the note-taking jury): "leave that part out."

     At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in his notebook, called out "Silence!" and read out from his book, "Rule Forty-Two: All persons more than a mile high to leave the court."
     Everybody looked at Alice.
     "I'm not a mile high," said Alice.
     "You are," said the King.
     "Nearly two miles high," added the Queen.
     "Well I shan't go at any rate," said Alice: "besides, that's not a regular rule: you invented it just now."
     "It's the oldest rule in the book," said the King.
     "Then it ought to be Number One," said Alice.

 

THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS:

     Said the Queen, "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.  If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"

     "I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedledum: "but it isn't so, nohow."
     "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 Walrus and the Carpenter:

           'The sun was shining on the sea,
              Shining with all his might:
            He did his very best to make
              The billows smooth and bright --
            And this was odd, because it was
              The middle of the night.

                                 [...]

           "O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
              The Walrus did beseech.
            "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
              Along the briny beach:
            We cannot do with more than four,
              To give a hand to each."

                                 [...]

            "The time has come," the Walrus said,
              "To talk of many things:
            Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
              Of cabbages -- and kings --
            And why the sea is boiling hot --
              And whether pigs have wings."

                                 [...]

            "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
              "Is what we chiefly need:
            Pepper and vinegar besides
              Are very good indeed --
            Now if you're ready Oysters dear,
              We can begin to feed."

            "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
              Turning a little blue,
            "After such kindness, that would be
              A dismal thing to do!"
            "The night is fine," the Walrus said
              "Do you admire the view?

                                 [...]
 

            "I weep for you," the Walrus said.
              "I deeply sympathize."
            With sobs and tears he sorted out
              Those of the largest size.
            Holding his pocket handkerchief
              Before his streaming eyes.

            "O Oysters," said the Carpenter.
              "You've had a pleasant run!
            Shall we be trotting home again?"
              But answer came there none --
            And that was scarcely odd, because
              They'd eaten every one.'

     "I like the Walrus best,' said Alice: "because you see he was a LITTLE sorry for the poor oysters."
     "He ate more than the Carpenter, though," said Tweedledee. "You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he
took: contrariwise."
     "That was mean!" Alice said indignantly. "Then I like the Carpenter best -- if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus."
     "But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.