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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 Contrariwise, What It Is, It Wouldn't Be. And What It Wouldn't Be It Would. You See?

"take Some More Tea," The March Hare Said To Alice, Very Earnestly. "i've Had Nothing Yet," Alice Replied In An Offended Tone, "so I Can't Take More."

And If You Take One From Three Hundred And Sixty-five What Remains?" "three Hundred And Sixty-four, Of Course." Humpty Dumpty Looked Doubtful, "i'd Rather See That Done On Paper," He Said.

Who Can Tell Whether The Parallelogram, Which In Our Ignorance We Have Defined And Drawn, And The Whole Of Whose Properties We Profess To Know, May Not Be All The While Panting For Exterior Angles, Sympathetic With The Interior, Or Sullenly Repining At The Fact That It Cannot Be Inscribed In A Circle?

O Oysters,' Said The Carpenter, You've Had A Pleasant Run! Shall We Be Trotting Home Again?' But Answer Came There None - And This Was Scarcely Odd, Because They'd Eaten Every One.