Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
By Lewis Carroll