Welcome to the rabbit hole.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle--"

    A bright idea came into Alice's head. `Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?' she asked.
    `Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: `it's always tea-time, and we've no time to wash the things between whiles.'
    `Then you keep moving round, I suppose?' said Alice.
    `Exactly so,' said the Hatter: `as the things get used up.'
    `But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice ventured to ask.
    `Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted, yawning.

    `Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
    `I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, `so I can't take more.
    `You mean you can't take LESS,' said the Hatter: `it's very easy to take MORE than nothing.'
    `Nobody asked YOUR opinion,' said Alice.
    `Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatter asked triumphantly.

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