the lion had for once got into the ass's skin, and was treated accordingly.
both men were manifestly out of place, and why such as they should adventure the north is part of the mystery of things that passes understanding.
i must do something to distract my thoughts.
`do you know languages? what's the french for fiddle-de-dee?'
`fiddle-de-dee's not english,' alice replied gravely.
`who ever said it was?' said the red queen.
alice thought she saw a way out of the difficulty this time. `if you'll tell me what language "fiddle-de-dee" is, i'll tell you the french for it!' she exclaimed triumphantly.
but the red queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said `queens never make bargains.'
`i wish queens never asked questions,' alice thought to herself.
'if you'll give me the chance i'll quit the racket. i'll drop the tanglefoot and the gun play, and won't play hoss no more. i'll be a good citizen and go to work and quit my foolishness. so help me god!'
that's what i'd say to you if you was marshal and i was in your place.
no pilgrimage can be wrong, no matter how obviously the devil is a participant in it.
far ahead, a tiny speck in the distance, i made out another flier late in the afternoon. it could be none other than that which bore my lost love and my enemies.