Even when you're turned upside down something is missing from the athenaeum, whatever have you done with it? We have considered alethiometers and castles in jars and Sorcerer's stones but we've found them all and they are locked up in vaults where they should be, away from grubby fingers and bleeding hearts. We've even examined the hidden kiss (except it was still hidden). Why must you be so stubborn, Alice? What have you got that I don't?

"Strawberry crumpets."

It could never cease, we could wait forever but you'd never give in (but you will give in). But you will give in, and we'll finally see beyond the Jar and nothing will ever be so tinted. Chatoyantly you'll grin, and one day (let's hope), even the Hatter'll make sense. Woebegone the creases, the meltings in the glass. I'd rather stay here than come from your part, heartless.