`What sort of people live about here?’

`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.’

`I call it purring, not growling,’ said Alice.

`Call it what you like,’ said the Cat.

Oh, wayt. That wuz Princess Bryde! But we ackshuly did has twoo luv and meerakuls.

They runnd away and got marreed in Maryland. Mah dad wuz verreh independent and diddn’t want to ask ennywunz permisshun for her hand.

On theyr way bak home teh saym day, they stoppt in Harrisburg and saw teh movie Annie Get Your Gun.

Wuz prolly a verreh stranj wedding day! Altho mebbe nawt kwite so stranj as mah own.