“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.”
“The mome rath isn't born that could outgrabe me!”
“Ready?" Tove asked without looking at me. He started walking before I answered."Duncan, you don't need to come with us," I told him as I hurried after Tove. Duncan followed me the way he always did, but he slowed."It's probably best if he does," Tove said, tucking his hair behind his ears."Why?" I asked, but Duncan smiled, excited to be included."We need someone to test on," Tove replied matter-of-factly, and Duncan's smile instantly faded.”
“If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.”
“Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye”
“Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore”