‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar. 🔊

‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; 🔊 ‘but when you

have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then

after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little

queer, won’t you?’ 🔊

‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar. 🔊

‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; 🔊 ‘all I know

is, it would feel very queer to me.’ 🔊

‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. ‘Who are you?’ 🔊

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. 🔊

Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very

short remarks, 🔊 and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think,

you ought to tell me who you are, first.’ 🔊

‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar. 🔊

Here was another puzzling question; 🔊 and as Alice could not think of any

good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant

state of mind, she turned away. 🔊