The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No clouds were in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead—
There were no birds to fly.
‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.’
-Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
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