Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
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?
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
Curiouser and curiouser!