\documentclass{article} \begin{document} The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: still it had \emph{very} long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect. `Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' `That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. `I don't much care where\dots' said Alice. `Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. `\dots so long as I get \emph{somewhere},' Alice added as an explanation. `Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.' Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. `What sort of people live about here?' `In \emph{that} direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in \emph{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.' \end{document}