Still, she couldn't feel nervous with it, after they had been talking together so long.
"-- then you don't like all insects ?" the Gnat went on, as quietly as if nothing had happened.
"I like them when they can talk," Alice said.

"None of them ever talk, where _I_ come from." "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.