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vampyre faery maenad drunk on all things that dance under the starry abyss with the little death eaters and the great terrible exploding lullabies...
Alice: But I don’t want to go among mad people.
The Cat: Oh, you can’t help that. We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.
Alice: How do you know I’m mad?
The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn’t have come here.