“In that direction,” the Cat said waving its right paw “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.”