#askthemadhatter

It's hard to say. I'm not against it, just with how my health has been I haven't done really any writing at all for months. But I loved being Hatter and having an excuse to get to ramble about Carroll. [I started another painting during all my iron infusions, this time of the Walrus and the Carpenter. So the Alice books have been spilling out a lot accidentally lately. Some old habits are hard to quit, aha.]

You know, for a question that began with a claim not to care about my love life, there seems to be an awful lot of interest in the various hypothetical situations surrounding it.

Let me ask you, then, instead: what are you trying to get at, exactly? Are you trying to identify the precise set of circumstances in which I’d somehow find a paternal streak awaken deep within me?

I’ve been asked twice before, I’ve answered twice before, and made it perfectly clear where I stand. But just in case even those aren’t enough to drive a delicate point home, allow me to say it a third and final time: their children are their business, not mine.

 Jervis: And with that, I bid you both adieu. Thank you for the lovely evening.

Alice: Jarvis, wait!

Alice: Now with everything put behind us… Do you think we could be friends again?

Jervis: Ah! W-well… if that would please you, Mrs. Reynolds.

Jervis: Then… I would be honored.

Ah, yes... Mr. Bolton. I’m more than aware of that Jabberwock’s hypocritical habit of placing blame on those who have shared similar crimes with himself. Those who force fear and their control upon others, for example. Throwing that in which he despises about himself outward.

Pity him, my dears. For it must be a lonely existence to carry on that way.