Faustocoppi
Anëtar Diamanti

When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go, and you’ve just had some kind of mushroom and your mind is moving slow, go ask Alice, I’ll think she’ll know. 

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead, and the white knight is talking backward, and the red queen’s of with her head; remember what the dormouse said! “Feed your head!”