On the Road

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

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'Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.

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This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

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'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself !'

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'I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'

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'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.