'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.'

'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. 'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'

[She made a soft, noncommittal noise and let her mouth curve up into a ghost of a smile.]

Would you have preferred the looking glass to the rabbit hole, then?