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“Would you tell me, please, where I ought to go from here?”

... began Alice.

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“That depends a great deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.

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“I don't much care where—” said Alice.

“Then it doesn't matter which way you go,” said the Cat.

“—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.

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“Oh, you're sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

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Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. “What sort of people live about here?”

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“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw around, “lives a Hatter; and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like; they're both mad.”

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“But I don't want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.

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“Oh, you can't help that,” said the Cat, “we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.”

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“How do you know I'm mad?” said Alice.

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“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn't have come here.”