'What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where YOU come from?'
the Gnat inquired.

'I don't REJOICE in insects at all,' Alice explained, 'because
I'm rather afraid of them--at least the large kinds. But I can
tell you the names of some of them.'

'Of course they answer to their names?' the Gnat remarked
carelessly.

'I never knew them do it.'

'What's the use of their having names,' the Gnat said, 'if they
won't answer to them?'

'No use to THEM,' said Alice; 'but it's useful to the people
who name them, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at
all?'

'I can't say,' the Gnat replied. 'Further on, in the wood
down there, they've got no names--however, go on with your list
of insects: you're wasting time.'

'Well, there's the Horse-fly,' Alice began, counting off the
names on her fingers.

'All right,' said the Gnat: 'half way up that bush, you'll see
a Rocking-horse-fly, if you look. It's made entirely of wood,
and gets about by swinging itself from branch to branch.'