ABSTRACT

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. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. 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.” “You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are you?”