`But I don't want to go among
mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,'
said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?'
said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat,
`or you wouldn't have come here.'
Behave, my Sorrow! let's have no more scenes.
Now, while humanity racks up remorse
See how the dear departed dowdy years
the Sun will die in its sleep beneath a bridge,
~Baudelaire |