Oh, you can’t help that; we’re all mad here. I’m mad. He’s mad. He’s dreaming now, and what do you think he’s dreaming about?
Alice
[Goes to the Frog to scrutinize his face.]
Nobody could guess that.
Why, about you! And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?
Alice
Where I am now, of course.
Cat
Not you. You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream; and you’re mad too.