Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.

Dinner for two—plus one.

In the Tunnel of Desire, past the Tube of Destiny, lies the Turtle of Doubt. We all have to face that turtle, but only the confident ones ever find out that doubt tastes like chicken.

Inside my skull is a turtle shell. Inside the turtle shell is a rabbit. And inside the rabbit, all my tasty thoughts constantly stew.

When we were little,” the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, “we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle –...

See? You are learning,” Sampson said.

This is thekind of magic that you shouldn’t do.

If superstition could contradict science, the world may as well be on the back of a turtle. But giving into turtle worship was a bridge too far.