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."
Here's one drawing I want to redo sometime. It's over a year old now... and, gosh, I think I must've changed several times since then as well!
Watermark problems, I know. x_X I'll fix that soon!
Done in pen and ink.