`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.'


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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 |