Craig Goodman

“What sort of people live about here?” “In that direction,” the cat said waving its right paw around, “lives a Hatter; and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either one you want: they’re both mad.” “But I don’t want to go among mad people.” “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?” “You must be,” said the cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.” ###”
― Craig Goodman, Needle