No admittance till the week after next!
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He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger—and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes.
You see it's like a portmanteau—there are two meanings packed up into one word.
‘The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master—that's all.’
‘When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in a rather scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.’
With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.
The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday—but never jam today.
Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing.
Curtsey while you're thinking what to say. It saves time.
‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!’