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Caterpillar:
Who are you?
Phoebe:
I hardly know, sir, right now. At least I knew who I was when I got up this morning. But I think I've must have changed many times since then.
Caterpillar:
Explain yourself.
Phoebe:
I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly, for I can't understand it myself to begin with. And being so many different sizes in a day, it is very confusing.
Caterpillar:
It isn't.
Phoebe:
Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet, but when you have to turn into a chrysalis - you will some day, you know - and then into a beautiful butterfly, I think you'll feel a little odd.
Caterpillar:
Not a bit.
Phoebe:
Your feelings may be different. All I know is, it would feel very strange to me.
Caterpillar:
You? Who are you?
Phoebe:
[just stares brightly]
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