The Knight looked surprised at the question. 'What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same. In fact, the more head-downwards I am, the more I keep inventing new things.'
'Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,' he went on after a pause, 'was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course.'
'In time to have it cooked for the next course?' said Alice. 'Well, that was quick work, certainly!'
'Well, not the next course,' the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: 'no, certainly not the next course.'
'Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn't have two pudding-courses in one dinner?'
'Well, not the next day,' the Knight repeated as before: 'not the next day. In fact,' he went on, holding his head down, and his voice getting lower and lower, 'I don't believe that pudding ever was cooked! In fact, I don't believe that pudding ever will be cooked! And yet it was a very clever pudding to invent.'
'What did you mean it to be made of?' Alice asked, hoping to cheer him up, for the poor Knight seemed quite low-spirited about it.
'It began with blotting-paper,' the Knight answered with a groan.
'That wouldn't be very nice, I'm afraid — '
'Not very nice alone,' he interrupted, quite eagerly: 'but you've no idea what a difference it makes, mixing it with other things — such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you.' They had just come to the end of the wood.
White musk, blotting paper, sealing wax, and gunpowder, with verbena and hyacinth for inventiveness and dragon's blood, tonka, and clary sage for courage.
Disclaimer: Do not consume. Keep away from pets and small children. Oils can stain fabrics.