`` Who are you ? '' said the caterpillar . 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 that . '' `` What do you mean by that ? '' said the caterpillar , `` explain yourself ! '' `` I ca 'n' t explain myself , I 'm afraid , sir , '' said Alice , `` because I 'm not myself , you see . '' `` I do n't see , '' said the caterpillar . `` I 'm afraid I ca n't put it more clearly , '' Alice replied very politely , `` for I ca 'n' t understand it myself , and really to be so many different sizes in one day is very confusing . '' `` It is n't , '' said the caterpillar . `` Well , perhaps you have n't found it so yet , '' said Alice , `` but when you have to turn into a chrysalis , you know , and then after that into a butterfly , I should think it 'll feel a little queer , do n't you think so ? '' `` Not a bit , '' said the caterpillar . `` All I know is , '' said Alice , `` it would feel 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 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 had no reason ready , and the caterpillar seemed to be in a very bad temper , she turned round and walked away . `` Come back ! '' the caterpillar called after her , `` I 've something important to say ! ''
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