And never, never, dear madam, put 'Wednesday' simply as the date! <i>That way madness lies!<i></i></i> - Lewis Carroll

Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he fell off in front; and, whenever it went on again (which it generally did rather suddenly), he fell off behind. Otherwise he kept on pretty well, except that he had a habit of now and then falling off sideways; and, as he generally did this on the side on which Alice was walking, she soon found that it was the best plan not to walk quite close to the horse.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled,
the slow result of life's decay,
To be once more a little child
for one bright summer day.

But if I’m not the same, the next question is, ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!