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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.'
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