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"Alice said rather impatiently[,] 'I don't belong to this railway journey at all--I was in a wood just now--and I wish
I could get back there.'
'You might make a joke on that,' said the little voice close to her ear: 'something about "you would if you could,"
'Don't tease so,' said Alice, looking about in vain to see where the voice came from. 'If you're so anxious to have a
joke made, why don't you make one yourself?'
The little voice sighed deeply. It was very unhappy, evidently, and Alice would have said something pitying to comfort
it, 'If it would only sigh like other people!' she thought. But this was such a wonderfully small sigh, that she wouldn't
have heard it at all, if it hadn't come quite close to her ear. The consequence of this was that it tickled her ear very much,
and quite took off her thoughts from the unhappiness of the poor little creature.
'I know you are a friend,' the little voice went on; 'a dear friend, and an old friend. And you wo'n't hurt me, though
I am an insect.'"--from "Through the Looking-Glass," by Lewis Carroll.