“That road,” the Cat says, waggin its richt paw aboot, “bides a Hatter: an that road,” bides a Mairch Hare. Veesit on aither ane ye want: they’re baith mad.”
“But I dinna want tae gang amang mad fowk,” Ailice remarked.
“Och, ye canna help that,” says the Cat: “we’re aa mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
"Hou div ye ken I’m mad?” says Ailice.
"Ye maun be,” says the Cat, “or ye wadna hae come here.”
Many issues have made it.. difficult at best to do anything so I'm taking a break.
I have two drawings (one a commission) promised that I /WILL/ get to but everything else has ground to a halt.