Its a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. – Lewis Carroll
Yet what are all such gaieties to me whose thoughts are full of indices and surds? – Lewis Carroll

Its a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. – Lewis Carroll
Yet what are all such gaieties to me whose thoughts are full of indices and surds? – Lewis Carroll
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know. – Lewis Carroll