Sometimes I'd swear that my life is really Alice in Wonderland. Things are never what they seem. I'm chasing a white rabbit through a bizarre world full of mystifying characters. Life is but a dream.
"Would you
tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don’t much care where--" said Alice.
"Then it doesn’t matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"--so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you’re sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only
walk long enough."
"But
I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here.
I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
"Who are YOU?" said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice
replied, rather shyly, "I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at
least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must
have been changed several times since then."
Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When
I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes
I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
