- 'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives

a Hatter: and in THAT direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March

Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'

- '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.'

   Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on:

-  'And how do you know that you're mad?'

- 'To begin with,' said the Cat, 'a dog's not mad. You grant that?'

- 'I suppose so,' said Alice.

- 'Well, then,' the Cat went on, 'you see, a dog growls when it's angry,

and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and

wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.'