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People Motivation Strategies

Jul 05, 2013

  • The Hatter shook his head mournfully
  • ‘Not I!’ he replied
  • ‘We quarrelled last March—just before HE went mad, you know—’ (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) ‘—it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing “Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! 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:— 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’d hardly finished the first verse,’ said the Hatter, ‘when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, “He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!”‘ ‘How dreadfully savage!’ exclaimed Alice
  • ‘And ever since that,’ the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, ‘he won’t do a thing I ask! It’s always six o’clock now
  • ‘ A bright idea came into Alice’s head
  • ‘Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?’ she asked