“your hair wants cutting,” said the Hatter. he had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.

“you should learn not to make personal remarks,” Alice said with some severity: “it’s very rude.”

the Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was “why is a raven like a writing-desk?”

“come, we shall have some fun now!” thought Alice. “i’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles — i believe i can guess that,” she added aloud.

“do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?” said the March Hare.

“exactly so,” said Alice.

“then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on.

“i do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least — at least i mean what i say — that’s the same thing, you know.”

“not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “why, you might just as well say that ‘i see what i eat’ is the same thing as ‘i eat what i see’!”

“you might just as well say,” added the March Hare, “that ‘i like what i get’ is the same thing as ‘i get what i like’!”

alice’s adventures in wonderland, “a mad tea-party,” lewis carrroll

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“good evening,” said the barman. “why is a raven like a writing desk?”

“because poe wrote on both?”

“very good.” he laughed. “what’s it to be?”

the eyre affair, “the finis hotel, swindon,” jasper fforde