I ask you. Is this so far-fetched as to be implausibly incredible or dubiously doubtful?
Imagine Theodore Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, catching up to Lewis Carroll, aka Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, at London’s Paddington Station, pulling out his pocket watch and saying to his’self:
“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
Out of habit, replies Carroll, “Ask the Mad Hatter and he would say to no one in particular and particularly to Alice, and not at all to the Rabbit: ‘No wonder you’re late. Why, this watch is exactly two days slow.'”
“Why then, dear sirs,” says Paddington Bear politely, “Christmas Day has come and gone, Happy New Year Day is four days old and I’ve no home to go to.”