A Book

“Good morning; or is it afternoon? Which ever it is, it's good, don't you think? Particularly from this tree. I came out to escape the pepper - gets into the fur - and the baby - dreadfully ugly and so noisy. Gracious me, there's that girl again. The one who took the baby. Hasn't got it now though. Good day; can I help you? Which way to go? Well, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to. If you don't care about where, it doesn't matter which way you go - you're bound to get somewhere eventually. In that direction lives a Hatter; and in that direction lives a March Hare. Visit either you like; they're both mad. You can't avoid mad people here: we're all mad. I'm mad. You're Mad. How do I know that I'm mad? Well, a dog's not mad, you agree? So, you see a dog growls when it's angry and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad. And you must be mad, or you wouldn't have come here.”