In the chaotic kitchen scene, the Duchess snarls a sweeping rule for social order. The claim is hyperbolic—people minding only their own business would not literally speed up the planet—yet it lands as a rough comment on meddling and control. The Frustrated tone fits her hoarse, impatient delivery amid flying pots and pepper. Framed as Power, the line suggests that interference is a way people exert themselves over others; withdrawal, in contrast, cedes space. Alice witnesses how strong voices can pass off personal irritation as universal law. The moment teaches a quiet defense: test bold claims against plain sense. Many readers recognize the modern echo—volume isn’t validity, and not every “rule” deserves obedience.