you haven't seen many--were doors in; here you came upon a door out!
The strange thing to you," he went on thoughtfully, "will be, that
the more doors you go out of, the farther you get in!"

"Oblige me by telling me where I am."

"That is impossible. You know nothing about whereness. The only
way to come to know where you are is to begin to make yourself at
home."

"How am I to begin that where everything is so strange?"

"By doing something."

"What?"

"Anything; and the sooner you begin the better! for until you are
at home, you will find it as difficult to get out as it is to get
in."

"I have, unfortunately, found it too easy to get in; once out I
shall not try again!"

"You have stumbled in, and may, possibly, stumble out again. Whether
you have got in UNFORTUNATELY remains to be seen."

"Do you never go out, sir?"

"When I please I do, but not often, or for long. Your world is
such a half-baked sort of place, it is at once so childish and so