''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.''
''I don't know where…''
''Then it doesn't matter which way you go,'' said the Cat. ''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.''
