`You alarm me!' said the King. `I feel faint -- Give me a ham sandwich!'
On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it greedily.
`Another sandwich!' said the King.
`There's nothing but hay left now,' the Messenger said, peeping into the bag.
`Hay, then,' the King murmured in a faint whisper.
Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. `There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away.
`I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested: `or some sal-volatile.'
`I didn't say there was nothing better,' the King replied. `I said there was nothing like it.' Which Alice did not venture to deny.
מה שנקרא "אין כמוך", וטוב שכך