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The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this, but all he said was, why is a raven like a writing desk? Come, we shall have some fun now, thought Alice. I'm glad they've begun asking riddles. I believe. I can guess that, she added all out. Do you mean you think you can find out the answer to it? Said the March Hare. Exactly so, said Alice. Then you should say what you mean, The March hare went on. I do Alice hastily replied. At least at least I mean what I say, that's the same thing. You know. Not the same thing a bit, said the Hatter. You might just as well say that I see what I eat is the same thing as I eat what I see you might just as well say, added the March hare, that I like what I get is the same thing as I get what I like. You might just as well say, added the dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, that I breathe when I sleep. It's the same thing as I sleep when I breathe. It is the same thing with you, said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute while Alice thought over all she could remember about Ravens and writing desks, which wasn't much. The Hatter was the first to break the silence. What day of the month is it? He said, turning to Alice. He had taken his watch out of his pocket and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear. Alice considered a little and then said. The fourth. Two days wrong, said the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn't suit the works, he added, looking angrily at the March hare. It was the best butter, the March hare meekly replied. Yes, but some crumbs must have gotten it as well, the Hatter grumbled, You shouldn't have put it in with the bread knife. The March hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily. Then he dipped it into his cup of tea and looked at it again. But he could think of nothing else better to say than his first remark. It was the best butter, you know. Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. What a funny watch! She remarked. It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is. Why should it matter, the Hatter? Does your watch tell you what year it is? Well, of course not, Alice replied very readily. But that's because it stays the same year for such a long time together. Which is just the case with mine, said the Hatter. Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly english. I don't quite understand you, she said, as politely as she could. The dormouse is asleep again, said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose. The dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes. Of course, of course, just what I was going to remark myself. Have you guessed the riddle yet? The Hatter said, turning to Alice again. No, I'll give it up, Alice, replied. What's the answer? I haven't the slightest idea, said the Hatter. No, I, said the march hare. Alice sighed wearily. I think you might do something better with your time, she said. Then, wasted asking riddles that have no answers, if you knew time as well as I do, said the Hatter, you wouldn't talk about wasting it, it's him. I don't know what you mean, said Alice. Of course you don't, the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. I dare say you've never even spoke to time. Perhaps. Not Alice, cautiously replied, but I know I have to beat time when I learned music. Ah, that accounts for it, said the Hatter. He won't stand beating now, if you only keep on good terms with him. You do almost anything you liked with the clock, For instance, suppose it were 9:00 AM. Just time to begin lessons. You'd only have to whisper a hint to time and round goes the clock in a twinkling half past one time for dinner. I only wish it was the March hare, said to itself in a whisper. That would be grand. Certainly, said Alice thoughtfully. But then I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know. Not at first, perhaps, said the Hatter. But you can keep it to half past one as long as you liked. Is that the way you manage, Alice? Asked the Hatter shook his head mournfully. Not I, he replied. We quarreled last March just before he went mad. You know, pointing with his teaspoon at the March hare. It was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts. I had to sing Twinkle Twinkle little bit, how I wonder what you're at. You know the song. Perhaps I've heard something like it, said Alice. It goes on! You know, the Hatter continued, in this way up above the world, you fly like a tea tray in the sky Twinkle twinkle! Here the dormouse shook itself and began singing in its sleep. Twinkle twinkle twinkle twinkle! And went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop! Well, I had hardly finished the first verse, said the Hatter, when the queen jumped up and bawled out, he's murdering time off with his head! How dreadfully savage! Exclaimed Alice. Ever since that the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, he won't do a thing, I ask. It's always 6:00 now.