The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence:
at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth,
and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
'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 then.'