Alice didn't quite know what to say. She paused uncomfortably, then ventured, "Could you please tell me which way I ought to go from here? I don't much car where, so long as I get somewhere."
"Oh, you're sure to do that," the cat replied, "if you only walk long enough. In that direction lives the March Hare. He's quite mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," said Alice.
"Oh, you can't help that, we're all mad here in Wonderland. I'm mad, you're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?"
"You must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." The cat's tail began to vanish, then its body, then its head, and ending with its toothy grin, which remained hanging in the air some time after the rest had gone.