Hello Cindy,

>JY>choices or are we just in the middle of a set progression?  Is
>JY>science ready to study this or is it more important to clone sheep?
>JY>Will Dudley Dooright save Sweet Nell from being run over by the
>JY>passenger train from Topeka?  These questions need answers, folks,
>JY>before the bomb goes off and the cockroaches take over.

>JY>Top that one, Lee!

>RN>This ought to be interesting.

CH>What if we're just pigments of our own imagination. (Yes typo
CH>delipeate. That solipsism stuff blows (me away).

"It's only the Red King snoring," said Tweedledee.

[..]

"I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass," said Alice,
who was a very thoughtful little girl.

"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what do you think he's
dreaming about?"

Alice said "Nobody can guess that."

"Why, about YOU!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously.  "You'd be
nowhere.  Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!"

"If that there King was to wake," added Tweedledum, "you'd go out --
bang! -- just like a candle!"

"I shouldn't!" Alice exclaimed indignantly.  "Besides, if I'M only a
sort of thing in his dream, what are YOU, I should like to know?"

"Ditto," said Tweedledum.

"Ditto, ditto!" cried Tweedledee.

He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying "Hush!  You'll
be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well, it's no use YOUR talking about waking him," said Tweedledum,
"when you're only one of the things in his dream.  You know very well
you're not real."

"I AM real!" said Alice, and began to cry.

"You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying," Tweedledee remarked:
"there's nothing to cry about."

"If I wasn't real," Alice said -- half-laughing through her tears, it
all seemed so ridiculous -- "I shouldn't be able to cry."

"I hope you don't suppose those are REAL tears?" Tweedledum interrupted
in a tone of great contempt.

"I know they're talking nonsense," Alice thought to herself: "and it's
foolish to cry about it."  So she brushed away her tears, and went on,
as cheerfully as she could, "At any rate I'd better be getting out of
the wood, for really it's coming on very dark.  Do you think it's going
to rain?"

from "Through the Looking-Glass", by Lewis Carroll

--Lee


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