He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside.
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside;
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.
That's why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside,
Why he turned them inside outside.
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Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance
Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance
A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does
not mis-become a monarch.
A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does
not mis-become a monarch.
A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men
A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered read more
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few think him pleasant enough.
Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited
Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited
For blocks are better cleft with wedges,
Tan tools of sharp or subtle edges,
And dullest nonsense read more
For blocks are better cleft with wedges,
Tan tools of sharp or subtle edges,
And dullest nonsense has been found
By some to be the most profound.
There's a skin without and a skin within,
A covering skin and a lining skin,
But the read more
There's a skin without and a skin within,
A covering skin and a lining skin,
But the skin within is the skin without
Doubled and carried complete throughout.
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and
then is pleasant.
[Lat., Misce stultitiam read more
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and
then is pleasant.
[Lat., Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem:
Dulce est desipere in loco.]
'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were read more
'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
