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#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/who-stole-the-tarts.typ")
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#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/yns-evidence.typ")
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#format.insert([= Through the Looking-Glass, and What Y/n Found There<through-the-looking-glass>])
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/poems/epigraph.typ")
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#format.insert-outline(<through-the-looking-glass>)
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/looking-glass-house.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/the-garden-of-live-flowers.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/looking-glass-insects.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/tweedledum-and-tweedledee.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/wool-and-water.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/humpty-dumpty.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/the-lion-and-the-unicorn.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/its-my-own-invention.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/queen-yn.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/shaking.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/waking.typ")
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#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/which-dreamed-it.typ")
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//#image("Back_cover.png")
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= Y/n Through the Looking-Glass <through-the-looking-glass>
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== Ch 1
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#lorem(50)
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== Ch 2
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#lorem(100)
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== Ch 3
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#lorem(25)
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== Humpty Dumpty
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However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human:
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when pov/s had come within a few yards of it, pov/s saw that it had eyes
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and a nose and mouth; and when pov/s had come close to it, pov/s saw
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clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. “It can't be anybody else!”
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pov/s said to pov/r. “I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written
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all over his face.”
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It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous
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face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting with his legs crossed, like a Turk, on
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the top of a high wall---such a narrow one that pov/S quite wondered how
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he could keep his balance---and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the
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opposite direction, and he didn't take the least notice of pov/o, pov/s
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thought he must be a stuffed figure after all.
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“And how exactly like an egg he is!” pov/s said aloud, standing with
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pov/p hands ready to catch him, for pov/s vrb/be/ every moment expecting
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him to fall.
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“It's #emph[very] provoking,” Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence,
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looking away from pov/O as he spoke, “to be called an
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egg---#emph[Very!];”
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“I said you #emph[looked] like an egg, Sir,” pov/S gently explained.
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“And some eggs are very pretty, you know” pov/s added, hoping to turn
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her remark into a sort of a compliment.
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“Some people,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from pov/o as usual,
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“have no more sense than a baby!”
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Pov/S didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like
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conversation, pov/s thought, as he never said anything to #emph[pov/o];;
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in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree---so pov/s
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stood and softly repeated to pov/r:---
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#include "poems/humpty-dumpty.typ"
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“That last line is much too long for the poetry,” pov/s added, almost
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out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear pov/o.
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“Don't stand there chattering to yourself like that,” Humpty Dumpty
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said, looking at pov/o for the first time, “but tell me your name and
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your business.”
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“My #emph[name] is Y/n, but---”
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“It's a stupid enough name!” Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently.
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“What does it mean?”
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“#emph[Must] a name mean something?” pov/S asked doubtfully.
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“Of course it must,” Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: “#emph[my]
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name means the shape I am---and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a
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name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.”
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“Why do you sit out here all alone?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/, not wishing to begin an argument.
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“Why, because there's nobody with me!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “Did you
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think I didn't know the answer to #emph[that];? Ask another.”
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“Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?” pov/S went on, not
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with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in pov/p good-natured
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anxiety for the queer creature. “That wall is so #emph[very] narrow!”
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“What tremendously easy riddles you ask!” Humpty Dumpty growled out. “Of
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course I don't think so! Why, if ever I #emph[did] fall off---which
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there's no chance of---but #emph[if] I did---” Here he pursed his lips
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and looked so solemn and grand that pov/S could hardly help laughing.
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“#emph[If] I did fall,” he went on, “#emph[The King has promised
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me---with his very own mouth];---to---to---”
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“To send all his horses and all his men,” pov/S interrupted, rather
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unwisely.
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“Now I declare that's too bad!” Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a
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sudden passion. “You've been listening at doors---and behind trees---and
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down chimneys---or you couldn't have known it!”
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“I haven't, indeed!” pov/S said very gently. “It's in a book.”
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“Ah, well! They may write such things in a #emph[book];,” Humpty Dumpty
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said in a calmer tone. “That's what you call a History of England, that
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is. Now, take a good look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a King,
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#emph[I] am: mayhap you'll never see such another: and to show you I'm
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not proud, you may shake hands with me!” And he grinned almost from ear
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to ear, as he leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell off the
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wall in doing so) and offered pov/O his hand. Pov/s watched him a little
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anxiously as pov/s took it. “If he smiled much more, the ends of his
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mouth might meet behind,” pov/s thought: “and then I don't know what
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would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!”
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“Yes, all his horses and all his men,” Humpty Dumpty went on. “They'd
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pick me up again in a minute, #emph[they] would! However, this
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conversation is going on a little too fast: let's go back to the last
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remark but one.”
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“I'm afraid I can't quite remember it,” pov/S said very politely.
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“In that case we start fresh,” said Humpty Dumpty, “and it's my turn to
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choose a subject---” (“He talks about it just as if it was a game!”
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alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.) “So here's
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a question for you. How old did you say you were?”
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Pov/S made a short calculation, and said “Seven years and six months.”
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“Wrong!” Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. “You never said a word
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like it!”
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“I though you meant ‘How old #emph[are] you?'” pov/S explained.
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“If I'd meant that, I'd have said it,” said Humpty Dumpty.
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Pov/S didn't want to begin another argument, so pov/s said nothing.
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“Seven years and six months!” Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. “An
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uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked #emph[my] advice, I'd have
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said ‘Leave off at seven'---but it's too late now.”
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“I never ask advice about growing,” pov/S said indignantly.
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“Too proud?” the other inquired.
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Pov/S felt even more indignant at this suggestion. “I mean,” pov/s said,
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“that one can't help growing older.”
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“#emph[One] can't, perhaps,” said Humpty Dumpty, “but #emph[two] can.
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With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.”
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“What a beautiful belt you've got on!” pov/S suddenly remarked.
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(They had had quite enough of the subject of age, pov/s thought: and if
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they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was pov/p turn
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now.) “At least,” she corrected pov/r on second thoughts, “a beautiful
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cravat, I should have said---no, a belt, I mean---I beg your pardon!”
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pov/s added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and
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pov/s began to wish pov/s hadn't chosen that subject. “If I only knew,”
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pov/s thought to pov/r, “which was neck and which was waist!”
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Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a
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minute or two. When he #emph[did] speak again, it was in a deep growl.
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“It is a---#emph[most---provoking];---thing,” he said at last, “when a
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person doesn't know a cravat from a belt!”
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“I know it's very ignorant of me,” pov/S said, in so humble a tone that
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Humpty Dumpty relented.
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“It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It's a present
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from the White King and Queen. There now!”
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“Is it really?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
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quite pleased to find that pov/s #emph[had] chosen a good subject, after
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all.
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“They gave it me,” Humpty Dumpty continued thoughtfully, as he crossed
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one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, “they gave it
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me---for an un-birthday present.”
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“I beg your pardon?” pov/S said with a puzzled air.
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“I'm not offended,” said Humpty Dumpty.
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“I mean, what #emph[is] an un-birthday present?”
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“A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course.”
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Pov/S considered a little. “I like birthday presents best,” pov/s said
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at last.
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“You don't know what you're talking about!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “How
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many days are there in a year?”
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“Three hundred and sixty-five,” said pov/S.
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“And how many birthdays have you?”
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“One.”
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“And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five, what remains?”
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“Three hundred and sixty-four, of course.”
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Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. “I'd rather see that done on paper,” he
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said.
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Pov/S couldn't help smiling as pov/s took out pov/p memorandum-book, and
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worked the sum for him:
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#include "poems/365-minus-1.typ"
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Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked at it carefully. “That seems to
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be done right---” he began.
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“You're holding it upside down!” pov/S interrupted.
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“To be sure I was!” Humpty Dumpty said gaily, as pov/s turned it round
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for him. “I thought it looked a little queer. As I was saying, that
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#emph[seems] to be done right---though I haven't time to look it over
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thoroughly just now---and that shows that there are three hundred and
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sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents---”
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“Certainly,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
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“And only #emph[one] for birthday presents, you know. There's glory for
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you!”
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“I don't know what you mean by ‘glory,'” pov/S said.
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Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. “Of course you don't---till I tell
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you. I meant ‘there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'”
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“But ‘glory' doesn't mean ‘a nice knock-down argument,'” pov/S objected.
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“When #emph[I] use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful
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tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean---neither more nor less.”
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“The question is,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
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“whether you #emph[can] make words mean so many different things.”
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“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master---that's
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all.”
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Pov/S was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty
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Dumpty began again. “They've a temper, some of them---particularly
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verbs, they're the proudest---adjectives you can do anything with, but
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not verbs---however, #emph[I] can manage the whole lot of them!
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Impenetrability! That's what #emph[I] say!”
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“Would you tell me, please,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/ “what that means?”
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“Now you talk like a reasonable child,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking very
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much pleased. “I meant by ‘impenetrability' that we've had enough of
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that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you
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mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest
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of your life.”
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“That's a great deal to make one word mean,” pov/S said in a thoughtful
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tone.
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“When I make a word do a lot of work like that,” said Humpty Dumpty, “I
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always pay it extra.”
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“Oh!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. Pov/s
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vrb/be/ too much puzzled to make any other remark.
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“Ah, you should see 'em come round me of a Saturday night,” Humpty
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Dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side: “for to get
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their wages, you know.”
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(Pov/S didn't venture to ask what he paid them with; and so you see I
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can't tell #emph[you];.)
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“You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir,” alt/first and second or
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third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “Would you kindly tell me the meaning of
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the poem called ‘Jabberwocky'?”
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“Let's hear it,” said Humpty Dumpty. “I can explain all the poems that
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were ever invented---and a good many that haven't been invented just
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yet.”
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This sounded very hopeful, so pov/S repeated the first verse:
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#include "poems/jabberwocky-explained.typ"
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“That's enough to begin with,” Humpty Dumpty interrupted: “there are
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plenty of hard words there. ‘#emph[Brillig];' means four o'clock in the
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afternoon---the time when you begin #emph[broiling] things for dinner.”
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“That'll do very well,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
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pov/S/: “and ‘#emph[slithy];'?”
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“Well, ‘#emph[slithy];' means ‘lithe and slimy.' ‘Lithe' is the same as
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‘active.' You see it's like a portmanteau---there are two meanings
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packed up into one word.”
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“I see it now,” pov/S remarked thoughtfully: “and what are
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‘#emph[toves];'?”
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“Well, ‘#emph[toves];' are something like badgers---they're something
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like lizards---and they're something like corkscrews.”
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“They must be very curious looking creatures.”
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“They are that,” said Humpty Dumpty: “also they make their nests under
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sun-dials---also they live on cheese.”
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“And what's the ‘#emph[gyre];' and to ‘#emph[gimble];'?”
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“To ‘#emph[gyre];' is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To
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‘#emph[gimble];' is to make holes like a gimlet.”
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“And ‘#emph[the wabe];' is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?”
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alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, surprised at pov/p
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own ingenuity.
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“Of course it is. It's called ‘#emph[wabe];,' you know, because it goes
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a long way before it, and a long way behind it---”
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“And a long way beyond it on each side,” pov/S added.
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“Exactly so. Well, then, ‘#emph[mimsy];' is ‘flimsy and miserable'
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(there's another portmanteau for you). And a ‘#emph[borogove];' is a
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thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all
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round---something like a live mop.”
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“And then ‘#emph[mome raths];'?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/. “I'm afraid I'm giving you a great deal of trouble.”
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“Well, a ‘#emph[rath];' is a sort of green pig: but ‘#emph[mome];' I'm
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not certain about. I think it's short for ‘from home'---meaning that
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they'd lost their way, you know.”
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“And what does ‘#emph[outgrabe];' mean?”
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“Well, ‘#emph[outgrabing];' is something between bellowing and
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whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you'll hear it
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done, maybe---down in the wood yonder---and when you've once heard it
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you'll be #emph[quite] content. Who's been repeating all that hard stuff
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to you?”
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“I read it in a book,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
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pov/S/. “But I had some poetry repeated to me, much easier than that,
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by---Tweedledee, I think it was.”
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“As to poetry, you know,” said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his
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great hands, “#emph[I] can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it
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comes to that---”
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“Oh, it needn't come to that!” pov/S hastily said, hoping to keep him
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from beginning.
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“The piece I'm going to repeat,” he went on without noticing her remark,
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“was written entirely for your amusement.”
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Pov/S felt that in that case pov/s really #emph[ought] to listen to it,
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so pov/s sat down, and said “Thank you” rather sadly.
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#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-1.typ"
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only I don't sing it,” he added, as an explanation.
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“I see you don't,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
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“If you can #emph[see] whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes
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than most.” Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. pov/S vrB/be/ silent.
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#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-2.typ"
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“Thank you very much,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
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pov/S/.
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#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-3.typ"
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“I will, if I can remember it so long,” alt/first and second or
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third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
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“You needn't go on making remarks like that,” Humpty Dumpty said:
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“they're not sensible, and they put me out.”
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-4.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid I don't quite understand,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“It gets easier further on,” Humpty Dumpty replied.
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-5.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
Humpty Dumpty raised his voice almost to a scream as he repeated this
|
||||
verse, and pov/S thought with a shudder, “I wouldn't have been the
|
||||
messenger for #emph[anything];!”
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-6.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
There was a long pause.
|
||||
|
||||
“Is that all?” pov/S timidly asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's all,” said Humpty Dumpty. “Good-bye.”
|
||||
|
||||
This was rather sudden, pov/S thought: but, after such a #emph[very]
|
||||
strong hint that pov/s ought to be going, pov/s felt that it would
|
||||
hardly be civil to stay. So pov/s got up, and held out pov/p hand.
|
||||
“Good-bye, till we meet again!” pov/s said as cheerfully as pov/s could.
|
||||
|
||||
“I shouldn't know you again if we #emph[did] meet,” Humpty Dumpty
|
||||
replied in a discontented tone, giving pov/o one of his fingers to
|
||||
shake; “you're so exactly like other people.”
|
||||
|
||||
“The face is what one goes by, generally,” pov/S remarked in a
|
||||
thoughtful tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's just what I complain of,” said Humpty Dumpty. “Your face is the
|
||||
same as everybody has---the two eyes, so---” (marking their places in
|
||||
the air with this thumb) “nose in the middle, mouth under. It's always
|
||||
the same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for
|
||||
instance---or the mouth at the top---that would be #emph[some] help.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It wouldn't look nice,” pov/S objected. But Humpty Dumpty only shut his
|
||||
eyes and said “Wait till you've tried.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S waited a minute to see if he would speak again, but as he never
|
||||
opened his eyes or took any further notice of pov/o, pov/s said
|
||||
“Good-bye!” once more, and, getting no answer to this, pov/s quietly
|
||||
walked away: but pov/s couldn't help saying to pov/r as pov/s went, “Of
|
||||
all the unsatisfactory---” (pov/s repeated this aloud, as it was a great
|
||||
comfort to have such a long word to say) “of all the unsatisfactory
|
||||
people I #emph[ever] met---” Pov/s never finished the sentence, for at
|
||||
this moment a heavy crash shook the forest from end to end.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,434 @@
|
|||
== “It's my own Invention”
|
||||
After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead
|
||||
silence, and pov/S lifted up pov/p head in some alarm. There was no one
|
||||
to be seen, and pov/p first thought was that pov/s must have been
|
||||
dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those queer Anglo-Saxon
|
||||
Messengers. However, there was the great dish still lying at her feet,
|
||||
on which pov/s had tried to cut the plum-cake, “So I wasn't dreaming,
|
||||
after all,” pov/s said to pov/r, “unless---unless we're all part of the
|
||||
same dream. Only I do hope it's #emph[my] dream, and not the Red King's!
|
||||
I don't like belonging to another person's dream,” pov/s went on in a
|
||||
rather complaining tone: “I've a great mind to go and wake him, and see
|
||||
what happens!”
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment pov/p thoughts were interrupted by a loud shouting of
|
||||
“Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!” and a Knight dressed in crimson armour came
|
||||
galloping down upon pov/o, brandishing a great club. Just as he reached
|
||||
pov/o, the horse stopped suddenly: “You're my prisoner!” the Knight
|
||||
cried, as he tumbled off his horse.
|
||||
|
||||
Startled as she was, pov/S vrb/be/ more frightened for him than for
|
||||
pov/r at the moment, and watched him with some anxiety as he mounted
|
||||
again. As soon as he was comfortably in the saddle, he began once more
|
||||
“You're my---” but here another voice broke in “Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!” and
|
||||
pov/S looked round in some surprise for the new enemy.
|
||||
|
||||
This time it was a White Knight. He drew up at pov/P side, and tumbled
|
||||
off his horse just as the Red Knight had done: then he got on again, and
|
||||
the two Knights sat and looked at each other for some time without
|
||||
speaking. Pov/S looked from one to the other in some bewilderment.
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s'cut/off first 1/vrn/present/be\/\/ #emph[my] prisoner, you know!”
|
||||
the Red Knight said at last.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, but then #emph[I] came and rescued prn/o!” the White Knight
|
||||
replied.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, we must fight for prn/o, then,” said the Red Knight, as he took
|
||||
up his helmet (which hung from the saddle, and was something the shape
|
||||
of a horse's head), and put it on.
|
||||
|
||||
“You will observe the Rules of Battle, of course?” the White Knight
|
||||
remarked, putting on his helmet too.
|
||||
|
||||
“I always do,” said the Red Knight, and they began banging away at each
|
||||
other with such fury that pov/S got behind a tree to be out of the way
|
||||
of the blows.
|
||||
|
||||
“I wonder, now, what the Rules of Battle are,” pov/s said to pov/r, as
|
||||
pov/s watched the fight, timidly peeping out from pov/p hiding-place:
|
||||
“one Rule seems to be, that if one Knight hits the other, he knocks him
|
||||
off his horse, and if he misses, he tumbles off himself---and another
|
||||
Rule seems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms, as if they
|
||||
were Punch and Judy---What a noise they make when they tumble! Just like
|
||||
a whole set of fire-irons falling into the fender! And how quiet the
|
||||
horses are! They let them get on and off them just as if they were
|
||||
tables!”
|
||||
|
||||
Another Rule of Battle, that pov/S had not noticed, seemed to be that
|
||||
they always fell on their heads, and the battle ended with their both
|
||||
falling off in this way, side by side: when they got up again, they
|
||||
shook hands, and then the Red Knight mounted and galloped off.
|
||||
|
||||
“It was a glorious victory, wasn't it?” said the White Knight, as he
|
||||
came up panting.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know,” pov/S said doubtfully. “I don't want to be anybody's
|
||||
prisoner. I want to be a/an also/Queen.”
|
||||
|
||||
“So you will, when you've crossed the next brook,” said the White
|
||||
Knight. “I'll see you safe to the end of the wood---and then I must go
|
||||
back, you know. That's the end of my move.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Thank you very much,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/. “May I help you off with your helmet?” It was evidently more
|
||||
than he could manage by himself; however, pov/s managed to shake him out
|
||||
of it at last.
|
||||
|
||||
“Now one can breathe more easily,” said the Knight, putting back his
|
||||
shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face and large mild
|
||||
eyes to pov/O. Pov/s thought pov/s had never seen such a strange-looking
|
||||
soldier in all pov/p life.
|
||||
|
||||
He was dressed in tin armour, which seemed to fit him very badly, and he
|
||||
had a queer-shaped little deal box fastened across his shoulder,
|
||||
upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. Pov/S looked at it with
|
||||
great curiosity.
|
||||
|
||||
“I see you're admiring my little box.” the Knight said in a friendly
|
||||
tone. “It's my own invention---to keep clothes and sandwiches in. You
|
||||
see I carry it upside-down, so that the rain can't get in.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But the things can get #emph[out];,” pov/S gently remarked. “Do you
|
||||
know the lid's open?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't know it,” the Knight said, a shade of vexation passing over
|
||||
his face. “Then all the things must have fallen out! And the box is no
|
||||
use without them.” He unfastened it as he spoke, and was just going to
|
||||
throw it into the bushes, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him,
|
||||
and he hung it carefully on a tree. “Can you guess why I did that?” he
|
||||
said to pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S shook pov/p head.
|
||||
|
||||
“In hopes some bees may make a nest in it---then I should get the
|
||||
honey.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But you've got a bee-hive---or something like one---fastened to the
|
||||
saddle,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, it's a very good bee-hive,” the Knight said in a discontented
|
||||
tone, “one of the best kind. But not a single bee has come near it yet.
|
||||
And the other thing is a mouse-trap. I suppose the mice keep the bees
|
||||
out---or the bees keep the mice out, I don't know which.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “It isn't very likely there would be any
|
||||
mice on the horse's back.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not very likely, perhaps,” said the Knight: “but if they #emph[do]
|
||||
come, I don't choose to have them running all about.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You see,” he went on after a pause, “it's as well to be provided for
|
||||
#emph[everything];. That's the reason the horse has all those anklets
|
||||
round his feet.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But what are they for?” pov/S asked in a tone of great curiosity.
|
||||
|
||||
“To guard against the bites of sharks,” the Knight replied. “It's an
|
||||
invention of my own. And now help me on. I'll go with you to the end of
|
||||
the wood---What's the dish for?”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's meant for plum-cake,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“We'd better take it with us,” the Knight said. “It'll come in handy if
|
||||
we find any plum-cake. Help me to get it into this bag.”
|
||||
|
||||
This took a very long time to manage, though pov/S held the bag open
|
||||
very carefully, because the Knight was so #emph[very] awkward in putting
|
||||
in the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fell in
|
||||
himself instead. “It's rather a tight fit, you see,” he said, as they
|
||||
got it in a last; “There are so many candlesticks in the bag.” And he
|
||||
hung it to the saddle, which was already loaded with bunches of carrots,
|
||||
and fire-irons, and many other things.
|
||||
|
||||
“I hope you've got your hair well fastened on?” he continued, as they
|
||||
set off.
|
||||
|
||||
“Only in the usual way,” pov/S said, smiling.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's hardly enough,” he said, anxiously. “You see the wind is so
|
||||
#emph[very] strong here. It's as strong as soup.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Have you invented a plan for keeping the hair from being blown off?”
|
||||
pov/S enquired.
|
||||
|
||||
“Not yet,” said the Knight. “But I've got a plan for keeping it from
|
||||
#emph[falling] off.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I should like to hear it, very much.”
|
||||
|
||||
“First you take an upright stick,” said the Knight. “Then you make your
|
||||
hair creep up it, like a fruit-tree. Now the reason hair falls off is
|
||||
because it hangs #emph[down];---things never fall #emph[upwards];, you
|
||||
know. It's a plan of my own invention. You may try it if you like.”
|
||||
|
||||
It didn't sound a comfortable plan, pov/S thought, and for a few minutes
|
||||
pov/s walked on in silence, puzzling over the idea, and every now and
|
||||
then stopping to help the poor Knight, who certainly was #emph[not] a
|
||||
good rider.
|
||||
|
||||
Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he fell off in
|
||||
front; and whenever it went on again (which it generally did rather
|
||||
suddenly), he fell off behind. Otherwise he kept on pretty well, except
|
||||
that he had a habit of now and then falling off sideways; and as he
|
||||
generally did this on the side on which pov/S vrB/be/ walking, pov/s
|
||||
soon found that it was the best plan not to walk #emph[quite] close to
|
||||
the horse.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid you've not had much practice in riding,” pov/s ventured to
|
||||
say, as pov/s was helping him up from his fifth tumble.
|
||||
|
||||
The Knight looked very much surprised, and a little offended at the
|
||||
remark. “What makes you say that?” he asked, as he scrambled back into
|
||||
the saddle, keeping hold of pov/P hair with one hand, to save himself
|
||||
from falling over on the other side.
|
||||
|
||||
“Because people don't fall off quite so often, when they've had much
|
||||
practice.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I've had plenty of practice,” the Knight said very gravely: “plenty of
|
||||
practice!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S could think of nothing better to say than “Indeed?” but pov/s said
|
||||
it as heartily as pov/s could. They went on a little way in silence
|
||||
after this, the Knight with his eyes shut, muttering to himself, and
|
||||
pov/S watching anxiously for the next tumble.
|
||||
|
||||
“The great art of riding,” the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice,
|
||||
waving his right arm as he spoke, “is to keep---” Here the sentence
|
||||
ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fell heavily on the top
|
||||
of his head exactly in the path where pov/S vrB/be/ walking. Pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ quite frightened this time, and said in an anxious tone, as
|
||||
pov/s picked him up, “I hope no bones are broken?”
|
||||
|
||||
“None to speak of,” the Knight said, as if he didn't mind breaking two
|
||||
or three of them. “The great art of riding, as I was saying, is---to
|
||||
keep your balance properly. Like this, you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
He let go the bridle, and stretched out both his arms to show pov/O what
|
||||
he meant, and this time he fell flat on his back, right under the
|
||||
horse's feet.
|
||||
|
||||
“Plenty of practice!” he went on repeating, all the time that pov/S
|
||||
vrB/be/ getting him on his feet again. “Plenty of practice!”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's too ridiculous!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried
|
||||
pov/S/, losing all pov/p patience this time. “You ought to have a wooden
|
||||
horse on wheels, that you ought!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Does that kind go smoothly?” the Knight asked in a tone of great
|
||||
interest, clasping his arms round the horse's neck as he spoke, just in
|
||||
time to save himself from tumbling off again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Much more smoothly than a live horse,” pov/S said, with a little scream
|
||||
of laughter, in spite of all pov/s could do to prevent it.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll get one,” the Knight said thoughtfully to himself. “One or
|
||||
two---several.”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a short silence after this, and then the Knight went on again.
|
||||
“I'm a great hand at inventing things. Now, I daresay you noticed, that
|
||||
last time you picked me up, that I was looking rather thoughtful?”
|
||||
|
||||
“You #emph[were] a little grave,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, just then I was inventing a new way of getting over a
|
||||
gate---would you like to hear it?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Very much indeed,” pov/S said politely.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll tell you how I came to think of it,” said the Knight. “You see, I
|
||||
said to myself, ‘The only difficulty is with the feet: the #emph[head]
|
||||
is high enough already.' Now, first I put my head on the top of the
|
||||
gate---then I stand on my head---then the feet are high enough, you
|
||||
see---then I'm over, you see.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, I suppose you'd be over when that was done,” pov/S said
|
||||
thoughtfully: “but don't you think it would be rather hard?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I haven't tried it yet,” the Knight said, gravely: “so I can't tell for
|
||||
certain---but I'm afraid it #emph[would] be a little hard.”
|
||||
|
||||
He looked so vexed at the idea, that pov/S changed the subject hastily.
|
||||
“What a curious helmet you've got!” pov/s said cheerfully. “Is that your
|
||||
invention too?”
|
||||
|
||||
The Knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from the
|
||||
saddle. “Yes,” he said, “but I've invented a better one than that---like
|
||||
a sugar loaf. When I used to wear it, if I fell off the horse, it always
|
||||
touched the ground directly. So I had a #emph[very] little way to fall,
|
||||
you see---But there #emph[was] the danger of falling #emph[into] it, to
|
||||
be sure. That happened to me once---and the worst of it was, before I
|
||||
could get out again, the other White Knight came and put it on. He
|
||||
thought it was his own helmet.”
|
||||
|
||||
The knight looked so solemn about it that pov/S did not dare to laugh.
|
||||
“I'm afraid you must have hurt him,” pov/s said in a trembling voice,
|
||||
“being on the top of his head.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I had to kick him, of course,” the Knight said, very seriously. “And
|
||||
then he took the helmet off again---but it took hours and hours to get
|
||||
me out. I was as fast as---as lightning, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But that's a different kind of fastness,” pov/S objected.
|
||||
|
||||
The Knight shook his head. “It was all kinds of fastness with me, I can
|
||||
assure you!” he said. He raised his hands in some excitement as he said
|
||||
this, and instantly rolled out of the saddle, and fell headlong into a
|
||||
deep ditch.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S ran to the side of the ditch to look for him. Pov/s vrb/be/ rather
|
||||
startled by the fall, as for some time he had kept on very well, and
|
||||
pov/s vrb/be/ afraid that he really #emph[was] hurt this time. However,
|
||||
though pov/s could see nothing but the soles of his feet, pov/s vrb/be/
|
||||
much relieved to hear that he was talking on in his usual tone. “All
|
||||
kinds of fastness,” he repeated: “but it was careless of him to put
|
||||
another man's helmet on---with the man in it, too.”
|
||||
|
||||
“How #emph[can] you go on talking so quietly, head downwards?” pov/S
|
||||
asked, as pov/s dragged him out by the feet, and laid him in a heap on
|
||||
the bank.
|
||||
|
||||
The Knight looked surprised at the question. “What does it matter where
|
||||
my body happens to be?” he said. “My mind goes on working all the same.
|
||||
In fact, the more head downwards I am, the more I keep inventing new
|
||||
things.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,” he went on after
|
||||
a pause, “was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course.”
|
||||
|
||||
“In time to have it cooked for the next course?” said pov/S. “Well, not
|
||||
the #emph[next] course,” the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: “no,
|
||||
certainly not the next #emph[course];.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn't have two
|
||||
pudding-courses in one dinner?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, not the #emph[next] day,” the Knight repeated as before: “not the
|
||||
next #emph[day];. In fact,” he went on, holding his head down, and his
|
||||
voice getting lower and lower, “I don't believe that pudding ever
|
||||
#emph[was] cooked! In fact, I don't believe that pudding ever
|
||||
#emph[will] be cooked! And yet it was a very clever pudding to invent.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What did you mean it to be made of?” pov/S asked, hoping to cheer him
|
||||
up, for the poor Knight seemed quite low-spirited about it.
|
||||
|
||||
“It began with blotting paper,” the Knight answered with a groan.
|
||||
|
||||
“That wouldn't be very nice, I'm afraid---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not very nice #emph[alone];,” he interrupted, quite eagerly: “but
|
||||
you've no idea what a difference it makes mixing it with other
|
||||
things---such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you.”
|
||||
They had just come to the end of the wood.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S could only look puzzled: pov/s vrb/be/ thinking of the pudding.
|
||||
|
||||
“You are sad,” the Knight said in an anxious tone: “let me sing you a
|
||||
song to comfort you.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Is it very long?” pov/S asked, for pov/s had heard a good deal of
|
||||
poetry that day.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's long,” said the Knight, “but very, #emph[very] beautiful.
|
||||
Everybody that hears me sing it---either it brings the #emph[tears] into
|
||||
their eyes, or else---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Or else what?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
|
||||
|
||||
“Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called
|
||||
‘#emph[Haddocks' Eyes];.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?” pov/S said, trying to feel
|
||||
interested.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, you don't understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed.
|
||||
“That's what the name is #emph[called];. The name really #emph[is]
|
||||
‘#emph[The Aged Aged Man];.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then I ought to have said ‘That's what the #emph[song] is called'?”
|
||||
pov/S corrected pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The #emph[song] is called
|
||||
‘#emph[Ways and Means];': but that's only what it's #emph[called];, you
|
||||
know!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, what #emph[is] the song, then?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said, being/said pov/S, who was/ by this time completely
|
||||
bewildered.
|
||||
|
||||
“I was coming to that,” the Knight said. “The song really #emph[is]
|
||||
‘#emph[A-sitting On A Gate];': and the tune's my own invention.”
|
||||
|
||||
So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck:
|
||||
then, slowly beating time with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting
|
||||
up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music of his song, he
|
||||
began.
|
||||
|
||||
Of all the strange things that pov/S saw in pov/p journey Through The
|
||||
Looking-Glass, this was the one that pov/s always remembered most
|
||||
clearly. Years afterwards pov/s could bring the whole scene back again,
|
||||
as if it had been only yesterday---the mild blue eyes and kindly smile
|
||||
of the Knight---the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining
|
||||
on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled pov/o---the horse
|
||||
quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping
|
||||
the grass at pov/p feet---and the black shadows of the forest
|
||||
behind---all this pov/s took in like a picture, as, with one hand
|
||||
shading pov/p eyes, pov/s leant against a tree, watching the strange
|
||||
pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the
|
||||
song.
|
||||
|
||||
“But the tune #emph[isn't] his own invention,” pov/s said to pov/r:
|
||||
“it's ‘#emph[I give thee all, I can no more];.'” Pov/s stood and
|
||||
listened very attentively, but no tears came into pov/p eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/i-give-thee-all-i-can-no-more.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the
|
||||
reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had
|
||||
come. “You've only a few yards to go,” he said, “down the hill and over
|
||||
that little brook, and then you'll be a/an also/Queen---But you'll stay
|
||||
and see me off first?” he added as pov/S turned with an eager look in
|
||||
the direction to which he pointed. “I shan't be long. You'll wait and
|
||||
wave your handkerchief when I get to that turn in the road? I think
|
||||
it'll encourage me, you see.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course I'll wait,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/: “and thank you very much for coming so far---and for the
|
||||
song---I liked it very much.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I hope so,” the Knight said doubtfully: “but you didn't cry so much as
|
||||
I thought you would.”
|
||||
|
||||
So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the
|
||||
forest. “It won't take long to see him #emph[off];, I expect,” pov/S
|
||||
said to pov/r, as she stood watching him. “There he goes! Right on his
|
||||
head as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily---that comes of
|
||||
having so many things hung round the horse---” So pov/s went on talking
|
||||
to pov/r, as pov/s watched the horse walking leisurely along the road,
|
||||
and the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other.
|
||||
After the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then pov/s
|
||||
waved pov/p handkerchief to him, and waited till he was out of sight.
|
||||
|
||||
“I hope it encouraged him,” pov/s said, as pov/s turned to run down the
|
||||
hill: “and now for the last brook, and to be a/an also/Queen! How grand
|
||||
it sounds!” A very few steps brought pov/o to the edge of the brook.
|
||||
“The Eighth Square at last!” pov/s cried as pov/s bounded across,
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
and threw pov/r down to rest on a lawn as soft as moss, with little
|
||||
flower-beds dotted about it here and there. “Oh, how glad I am to get
|
||||
here! And what #emph[is] this on my head?” pov/s exclaimed in a tone of
|
||||
dismay, as pov/s put pov/p hands up to something very heavy, and fitted
|
||||
tight all round her head.
|
||||
|
||||
“But how #emph[can] it have got there without my knowing it?” pov/s said
|
||||
to pov/r, as pov/s lifted it off, and set it on pov/p lap to make out
|
||||
what it could possibly be.
|
||||
|
||||
It was a golden crown.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,301 @@
|
|||
== Looking-Glass House
|
||||
One thing was certain, that the #emph[white] kitten had had nothing to
|
||||
do with it:---it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white
|
||||
kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last
|
||||
quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see
|
||||
that it #emph[couldn't] have had any hand in the mischief.
|
||||
|
||||
The way Dinah washed her children's faces was this: first she held the
|
||||
poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then with the other paw she
|
||||
rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose: and just
|
||||
now, as I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was
|
||||
lying quite still and trying to purr---no doubt feeling that it was all
|
||||
meant for its good.
|
||||
|
||||
But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the afternoon,
|
||||
and so, while pov/S vrb/be/ sitting curled up in a corner of the great
|
||||
arm-chair, half talking to pov/r and half asleep, the kitten had been
|
||||
having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted pov/S had been
|
||||
trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up and down till it had all
|
||||
come undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all
|
||||
knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own tail in the
|
||||
middle.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, you wicked little thing!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
cried/cried pov/S/, catching up the kitten, and giving it a little kiss
|
||||
to make it understand that it was in disgrace. “Really, Dinah ought to
|
||||
have taught you better manners! You #emph[ought];, Dinah, you know you
|
||||
ought!” pov/s added, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and speaking
|
||||
in as cross a voice as pov/s could manage---and then pov/s scrambled
|
||||
back into the arm-chair, taking the kitten and the worsted with pov/o,
|
||||
and began winding up the ball again. But pov/s didn't get on very fast,
|
||||
as pov/s vrb/be/ talking all the time, sometimes to the kitten, and
|
||||
sometimes to pov/r. Kitty sat very demurely on pov/p knee, pretending to
|
||||
watch the progress of the winding, and now and then putting out one paw
|
||||
and gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad to help, if it
|
||||
might.
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty?” pov/S began. “You'd have guessed
|
||||
if you'd been up in the window with me---only Dinah was making you tidy,
|
||||
so you couldn't. I was watching the boys getting in sticks for the
|
||||
bonfire---and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only it got so cold, and
|
||||
it snowed so, they had to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we'll go and see
|
||||
the bonfire to-morrow.” Here pov/S wound two or three turns of the
|
||||
worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look: this led
|
||||
to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards
|
||||
and yards of it got unwound again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,” pov/S went on as soon as plv/s
|
||||
were comfortably settled again, “when I saw all the mischief you had
|
||||
been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out
|
||||
into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous
|
||||
darling! What have you got to say for yourself? Now don't interrupt me!”
|
||||
pov/s went on, holding up one finger. “I'm going to tell you all your
|
||||
faults. Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face
|
||||
this morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty: I heard you! What's that you
|
||||
say?” (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) “Her paw went into your
|
||||
eye? Well, that's #emph[your] fault, for keeping your eyes open---if
|
||||
you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't make any
|
||||
more excuses, but listen! Number two: you pulled Snowdrop away by the
|
||||
tail just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What, you
|
||||
were thirsty, were you? How do you know she wasn't thirsty too? Now for
|
||||
number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't
|
||||
looking!
|
||||
|
||||
“That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of
|
||||
them yet. You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday
|
||||
week---Suppose they had saved up all #emph[my] punishments!” pov/s went
|
||||
on, talking more to herself than the kitten. “What #emph[would] they do
|
||||
at the end of a year? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the
|
||||
day came. Or---let me see---suppose each punishment was to be going
|
||||
without a dinner: then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go
|
||||
without fifty dinners at once! Well, I shouldn't mind #emph[that] much!
|
||||
I'd far rather go without them than eat them!
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft
|
||||
it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside.
|
||||
I wonder if the snow #emph[loves] the trees and fields, that it kisses
|
||||
them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white
|
||||
quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer
|
||||
comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress
|
||||
themselves all in green, and dance about---whenever the wind blows---oh,
|
||||
that's very pretty!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried
|
||||
pov/S/, dropping the ball of worsted to clap pov/p hands. “And I do so
|
||||
#emph[wish] it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn,
|
||||
when the leaves are getting brown.
|
||||
|
||||
“Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it
|
||||
seriously. Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as
|
||||
if you understood it: and when I said ‘Check!' you purred! Well, it
|
||||
#emph[was] a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it
|
||||
hadn't been for that nasty Knight, that came wiggling down among my
|
||||
pieces. Kitty, dear, let's pretend---” And here I wish I could tell you
|
||||
half the things pov/S used to say, beginning with pov/p favourite phrase
|
||||
“Let's pretend.” Pov/s had had quite a long argument with pov/p sister
|
||||
only the day before---all because pov/S had begun with “Let's pretend
|
||||
we're kings and queens;” and pov/p sister, who liked being very exact,
|
||||
had argued that plv/s couldn't, because there were only two of pov/o,
|
||||
and pov/S had been reduced at last to say, “Well, #emph[you] can be one
|
||||
of them then, and #emph[I'll] be all the rest.” And once pov/s had
|
||||
really frightened pov/p old nurse by shouting suddenly in her ear,
|
||||
“Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyaena, and you're a bone.”
|
||||
|
||||
But this is taking us away from pov/P speech to the kitten. “Let's
|
||||
pretend that you're the Red Queen, Kitty! Do you know, I think if you
|
||||
sat up and folded your arms, you'd look exactly like her. Now do try,
|
||||
there's a dear!” And pov/S got the Red Queen off the table, and set it
|
||||
up before the kitten as a model for it to imitate: however, the thing
|
||||
didn't succeed, principally, pov/S said, because the kitten wouldn't
|
||||
fold its arms properly. So, to punish it, pov/s held it up to the
|
||||
Looking-glass, that it might see how sulky it was---“and if you're not
|
||||
good directly,” pov/s added, “I'll put you through into Looking-glass
|
||||
House. How would you like #emph[that];?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Now, if you'll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so much, I'll tell you
|
||||
all my ideas about Looking-glass House. First, there's the room you can
|
||||
see through the glass---that's just the same as our drawing room, only
|
||||
the things go the other way. I can see all of it when I get upon a
|
||||
chair---all but the bit behind the fireplace. Oh! I do so wish I could
|
||||
see #emph[that] bit! I want so much to know whether they've a fire in
|
||||
the winter: you never #emph[can] tell, you know, unless our fire smokes,
|
||||
and then smoke comes up in that room too---but that may be only
|
||||
pretence, just to make it look as if they had a fire. Well then, the
|
||||
books are something like our books, only the words go the wrong way; I
|
||||
know that, because I've held up one of our books to the glass, and then
|
||||
they hold up one in the other room.
|
||||
|
||||
“How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if
|
||||
they'd give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn't good to
|
||||
drink---But oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a
|
||||
little #emph[peep] of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave
|
||||
the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it's very like our passage
|
||||
as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different on
|
||||
beyond. Oh, Kitty! how nice it would be if we could only get through
|
||||
into Looking-glass House! I'm sure it's got, oh! such beautiful things
|
||||
in it! Let's pretend there's a way of getting through into it, somehow,
|
||||
Kitty. Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we
|
||||
can get through. Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare!
|
||||
It'll be easy enough to get through---” She was up on the chimney-piece
|
||||
while she said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there. And
|
||||
certainly the glass #emph[was] beginning to melt away, just like a
|
||||
bright silvery mist.
|
||||
|
||||
In another moment pov/S vrb/be/ through the glass, and had jumped
|
||||
lightly down into the Looking-glass room. The very first thing pov/s did
|
||||
was to look whether there was a fire in the fireplace, and pov/s was
|
||||
quite pleased to find that there was a real one, blazing away as
|
||||
brightly as the one she had left behind. “So I shall be as warm here as
|
||||
I was in the old room,” alt/first and second or third/pov/s
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/: “warmer, in fact, because there'll be no one
|
||||
here to scold me away from the fire. Oh, what fun it'll be, when they
|
||||
see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!”
|
||||
|
||||
Then pov/s began looking about, and noticed that what could be seen from
|
||||
the old room was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest
|
||||
was as different as possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall
|
||||
next the fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the
|
||||
chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of it in the
|
||||
Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, and grinned at
|
||||
pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
“They don't keep this room so tidy as the other,” pov/S thought to
|
||||
pov/r, as pov/s noticed several of the chessmen down in the hearth among
|
||||
the cinders: but in another moment, with a little “Oh!” of surprise,
|
||||
pov/s was down on pov/p hands and knees watching them. The chessmen were
|
||||
walking about, two and two!
|
||||
|
||||
“Here are the Red King and the Red Queen,” pov/S said (in a whisper, for
|
||||
fear of frightening them), “and there are the White King and the White
|
||||
Queen sitting on the edge of the shovel---and here are two castles
|
||||
walking arm in arm---I don't think they can hear me,” pov/s went on, as
|
||||
pov/s put pov/p head closer down, “and I'm nearly sure they can't see
|
||||
me. I feel somehow as if I were invisible---”
|
||||
|
||||
Here something began squeaking on the table behind pov/S, and made pov/o
|
||||
turn pov/p head just in time to see one of the White Pawns roll over and
|
||||
begin kicking: pov/s watched it with great curiosity to see what would
|
||||
happen next.
|
||||
|
||||
“It is the voice of my child!” the White Queen cried out as she rushed
|
||||
past the King, so violently that she knocked him over among the cinders.
|
||||
“My precious Lily! My imperial kitten!” and she began scrambling wildly
|
||||
up the side of the fender.
|
||||
|
||||
“Imperial fiddlestick!” said the King, rubbing his nose, which had been
|
||||
hurt by the fall. He had a right to be a #emph[little] annoyed with the
|
||||
Queen, for he was covered with ashes from head to foot.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrb/be/ very anxious to be of use, and, as the poor little Lily
|
||||
was nearly screaming herself into a fit, pov/s hastily picked up the
|
||||
Queen and set her on the table by the side of her noisy little daughter.
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen gasped, and sat down: the rapid journey through the air had
|
||||
quite taken away her breath and for a minute or two she could do nothing
|
||||
but hug the little Lily in silence. As soon as she had recovered her
|
||||
breath a little, she called out to the White King, who was sitting
|
||||
sulkily among the ashes, “Mind the volcano!”
|
||||
|
||||
“What volcano?” said the King, looking up anxiously into the fire, as if
|
||||
he thought that was the most likely place to find one.
|
||||
|
||||
“Blew---me---up,” panted the Queen, who was still a little out of
|
||||
breath. “Mind you come up---the regular way---don't get blown up!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S watched the White King as he slowly struggled up from bar to bar,
|
||||
till at last pov/s said, “Why, you'll be hours and hours getting to the
|
||||
table, at that rate. I'd far better help you, hadn't I?” But the King
|
||||
took no notice of the question: it was quite clear that he could neither
|
||||
hear pov/o nor see pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/S picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more slowly
|
||||
than pov/s had lifted the Queen, that pov/s mightn't take his breath
|
||||
away: but, before pov/s put him on the table, pov/s thought pov/s might
|
||||
as well dust him a little, he was so covered with ashes.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s said afterwards that pov/s had never seen in all pov/p life such a
|
||||
face as the King made, when he found himself held in the air by an
|
||||
invisible hand, and being dusted: he was far too much astonished to cry
|
||||
out, but his eyes and his mouth went on getting larger and larger, and
|
||||
rounder and rounder, till pov/p hand shook so with laughing that pov/s
|
||||
nearly let him drop upon the floor.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh! #emph[please] don't make such faces, my dear!” pov/s cried out,
|
||||
quite forgetting that the King couldn't hear pov/o. “You make me laugh
|
||||
so that I can hardly hold you! And don't keep your mouth so wide open!
|
||||
All the ashes will get into it---there, now I think you're tidy enough!”
|
||||
pov/s added, as pov/s smoothed his hair, and set him upon the table near
|
||||
the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
The King immediately fell flat on his back, and lay perfectly still: and
|
||||
pov/S vrb/be/ a little alarmed at what pov/s had done, and went round
|
||||
the room to see if pov/s could find any water to throw over him.
|
||||
However, pov/s could find nothing but a bottle of ink, and when pov/s
|
||||
got back with it she found he had recovered, and he and the Queen were
|
||||
talking together in a frightened whisper---so low, that pov/S could
|
||||
hardly hear what they said.
|
||||
|
||||
The King was saying, “I assure, you my dear, I turned cold to the very
|
||||
ends of my whiskers!”
|
||||
|
||||
To which the Queen replied, “You haven't got any whiskers.”
|
||||
|
||||
“The horror of that moment,” the King went on, “I shall never,
|
||||
#emph[never] forget!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You will, though,” the Queen said, “if you don't make a memorandum of
|
||||
it.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked on with great interest as the King took an enormous
|
||||
memorandum-book out of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden thought
|
||||
struck pov/o, and pov/s took hold of the end of the pencil, which came
|
||||
some way over his shoulder, and began writing for him.
|
||||
|
||||
The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy, and struggled with the pencil
|
||||
for some time without saying anything; but pov/S vrb/be/ too strong for
|
||||
him, and at last he panted out, “My dear! I really #emph[must] get a
|
||||
thinner pencil. I can't manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of
|
||||
things that I don't intend---”
|
||||
|
||||
“What manner of things?” said the Queen, looking over the book (in which
|
||||
pov/S had put “#emph[The White Knight is sliding down the poker. He
|
||||
balances very badly];”) “That's not a memorandum of #emph[your]
|
||||
feelings!”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a book lying near pov/O on the table, and while pov/s sat
|
||||
watching the White King (for pov/s was still a little anxious about him,
|
||||
and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted again),
|
||||
pov/s turned over the leaves, to find some part that pov/s could read,
|
||||
“---for it's all in some language I don't know,” pov/s said to herself.
|
||||
|
||||
It was like this.
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/jabberwocky-mirrored.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought
|
||||
struck pov/o. “Why, it's a Looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold
|
||||
it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again.”
|
||||
|
||||
This was the poem that pov/S read.
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/jabberwocky.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“It seems very pretty,” pov/s said when pov/s had finished it, “but it's
|
||||
#emph[rather] hard to understand!” (You see pov/s didn't like to
|
||||
confess, even to pov/r, that pov/s couldn't make it out at all.)
|
||||
“Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas---only I don't exactly know
|
||||
what they are! However, #emph[somebody] killed #emph[something];: that's
|
||||
clear, at any rate---”
|
||||
|
||||
“But oh!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/,
|
||||
suddenly jumping up, “if I don't make haste I shall have to go back
|
||||
through the Looking-glass, before I've seen what the rest of the house
|
||||
is like! Let's have a look at the garden first!” Pov/s vrb/be/ out of
|
||||
the room in a moment, and ran down stairs---or, at least, it wasn't
|
||||
exactly running, but a new invention of pov/a for getting down stairs
|
||||
quickly and easily, as pov/S said to pov/r. Pov/s just kept the tips of
|
||||
pov/p fingers on the hand-rail, and floated gently down without even
|
||||
touching the stairs with pov/p feet; then pov/s floated on through the
|
||||
hall, and would have gone straight out at the door in the same way, if
|
||||
pov/s hadn't caught hold of the door-post. Pov/s vrb/be/ getting a
|
||||
little giddy with so much floating in the air, and was rather glad to
|
||||
find pov/r walking again in the natural way.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,356 @@
|
|||
== Looking-Glass Insects
|
||||
Of course the first thing to do was to make a grand survey of the
|
||||
country she was going to travel through. “It's something very like
|
||||
learning geography,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought
|
||||
pov/S/, as pov/s stood on tiptoe in hopes of being able to see a little
|
||||
further. “Principal rivers---there #emph[are] none. Principal
|
||||
mountains---I'm on the only one, but I don't think it's got any name.
|
||||
Principal towns---why, what #emph[are] those creatures, making honey
|
||||
down there? They can't be bees---nobody ever saw bees a mile off, you
|
||||
know---” and for some time pov/s stood silent, watching one of them that
|
||||
was bustling about among the flowers, poking its proboscis into them,
|
||||
“just as if it was a regular bee,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
However, this was anything but a regular bee: in fact it was an
|
||||
elephant---as pov/S soon found out, though the idea quite took pov/p
|
||||
breath away at first. “And what enormous flowers they must be!” was
|
||||
pov/p next idea. “Something like cottages with the roofs taken off, and
|
||||
stalks put to them---and what quantities of honey they must make! I
|
||||
think I'll go down and---no, I won't #emph[just] yet,” pov/s went on,
|
||||
checking pov/r just as pov/s vrb/be/ beginning to run down the hill, and
|
||||
trying to find some excuse for turning shy so suddenly. “It'll never do
|
||||
to go down among them without a good long branch to brush them
|
||||
away---and what fun it'll be when they ask me how I like my walk. I
|
||||
shall say---‘Oh, I like it well enough---'” (here came the favourite
|
||||
little toss of the head), “‘only it was so dusty and hot, and the
|
||||
elephants did tease so!'”
|
||||
|
||||
“I think I'll go down the other way,” pov/s said after a pause: “and
|
||||
perhaps I may visit the elephants later on. Besides, I do so want to get
|
||||
into the Third Square!”
|
||||
|
||||
So with this excuse she ran down the hill and jumped over the first of
|
||||
the six little brooks.
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
“Tickets, please!” said the Guard, putting his head in at the window. In
|
||||
a moment everybody was holding out a ticket: they were about the same
|
||||
size as the people, and quite seemed to fill the carriage.
|
||||
|
||||
“Now then! Show your ticket, child!” the Guard went on, looking angrily
|
||||
at pov/O. And a great many voices all said together (“like the chorus of
|
||||
a song,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/),
|
||||
“Don't keep him waiting, child! Why, his time is worth a thousand pounds
|
||||
a minute!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid I haven't got one,” pov/S said in a frightened tone: “there
|
||||
wasn't a ticket-office where I came from.” And again the chorus of
|
||||
voices went on. “There wasn't room for one where prn/s came from. The
|
||||
land there is worth a thousand pounds an inch!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Don't make excuses,” said the Guard: “you should have bought one from
|
||||
the engine-driver.” And once more the chorus of voices went on with “The
|
||||
man that drives the engine. Why, the smoke alone is worth a thousand
|
||||
pounds a puff!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought to pov/r, “Then there's no use in speaking.” The voices
|
||||
didn't join in this time, as pov/s hadn't spoken, but to pov/p great
|
||||
surprise, they all #emph[thought] in chorus (I hope you understand what
|
||||
#emph[thinking in chorus] means---for I must confess that #emph[I]
|
||||
don't), “Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds
|
||||
a word!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I shall dream about a thousand pounds tonight, I know I shall!”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
All this time the Guard was looking at pov/o, first through a telescope,
|
||||
then through a microscope, and then through an opera-glass. At last he
|
||||
said, “You're travelling the wrong way,” and shut up the window and went
|
||||
away.
|
||||
|
||||
“So young a child,” said the gentleman sitting opposite to pov/o (he was
|
||||
dressed in white paper), “ought to know which way prn/s's going, even if
|
||||
prn/s doesn't know prn/p own name!”
|
||||
|
||||
A Goat, that was sitting next to the gentleman in white, shut his eyes
|
||||
and said in a loud voice, “She ought to know her way to the
|
||||
ticket-office, even if prn/s doesn't know prn/p alphabet!”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a Beetle sitting next to the Goat (it was a very queer
|
||||
carriage-full of passengers altogether), and, as the rule seemed to be
|
||||
that they should all speak in turn, #emph[he] went on with “Prn/s'll
|
||||
have to go back from here as luggage!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S couldn't see who was sitting beyond the Beetle, but a hoarse voice
|
||||
spoke next. “Change engines---” it said, and was obliged to leave off.
|
||||
|
||||
“It sounds like a horse,” pov/S thought to pov/r. And an extremely small
|
||||
voice, close to pov/p ear, said, “You might make a joke on
|
||||
that---something about ‘horse' and ‘hoarse,' you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, “She must be labelled
|
||||
‘Lass, with care,' you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
And after that other voices went on (“What a number of people there are
|
||||
in the carriage!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought
|
||||
pov/S/), saying, “She must go by post, as she's got a head on her---”
|
||||
“She must be sent as a message by the telegraph---” “She must draw the
|
||||
train herself the rest of the way---” and so on.
|
||||
|
||||
But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned forwards and whispered
|
||||
in her ear, “Never mind what they all say, my dear, but take a
|
||||
return-ticket every time the train stops.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Indeed I shan't!” pov/S said rather impatiently. “I don't belong to
|
||||
this railway journey at all---I was in a wood just now---and I wish I
|
||||
could get back there.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You might make a joke on #emph[that];,” said the little voice close to
|
||||
her ear: “something about ‘you #emph[would] if you could,' you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Don't tease so,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
looking about in vain to see where the voice came from; “if you're so
|
||||
anxious to have a joke made, why don't you make one yourself?”
|
||||
|
||||
The little voice sighed deeply: it was #emph[very] unhappy, evidently,
|
||||
and pov/S would have said something pitying to comfort it, “If it would
|
||||
only sigh like other people!” pov/s thought. But this was such a
|
||||
wonderfully small sigh, that pov/s wouldn't have heard it at all, if it
|
||||
hadn't come #emph[quite] close to pov/p ear. The consequence of this was
|
||||
that it tickled pov/p ear very much, and quite took off pov/p thoughts
|
||||
from the unhappiness of the poor little creature.
|
||||
|
||||
“I know you are a friend,” the little voice went on; “a dear friend, and
|
||||
an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I #emph[am] an insect.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What kind of insect?” pov/S inquired a little anxiously. What pov/s
|
||||
really wanted to know was, whether it could sting or not, but pov/s
|
||||
thought this wouldn't be quite a civil question to ask.
|
||||
|
||||
“What, then you don't---” the little voice began, when it was drowned by
|
||||
a shrill scream from the engine, and everybody jumped up in alarm, pov/S
|
||||
among the rest.
|
||||
|
||||
The Horse, who had put his head out of the window, quietly drew it in
|
||||
and said, “It's only a brook we have to jump over.” Everybody seemed
|
||||
satisfied with this, though pov/S felt a little nervous at the idea of
|
||||
trains jumping at all. “However, it'll take us into the Fourth Square,
|
||||
that's some comfort!” pov/s said to pov/r. In another moment pov/s felt
|
||||
the carriage rise straight up into the air, and in pov/p fright pov/s
|
||||
caught at the thing nearest to pov/p hand, which happened to be the
|
||||
Goat's beard.
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
But the beard seemed to melt away as pov/s touched it, and pov/s found
|
||||
pov/r sitting quietly under a tree---while the Gnat (for that was the
|
||||
insect pov/s had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig just
|
||||
over pov/p head, and fanning pov/o with its wings.
|
||||
|
||||
It certainly was a #emph[very] large Gnat: “about the size of a
|
||||
chicken,” pov/S thought. Still, pov/s 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,” pov/S said. “None of them ever talk,
|
||||
where #emph[I] come from.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where #emph[you] come from?”
|
||||
the Gnat inquired.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't #emph[rejoice] in insects at all,” pov/S 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 to do it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What's the use of their having names,” the Gnat said, “if they won't
|
||||
answer to them?”
|
||||
|
||||
“No use to #emph[them];,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/; “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,” pov/S began, counting off the names on
|
||||
pov/p 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.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What does it live on?” pov/S asked, with great curiosity.
|
||||
|
||||
“Sap and sawdust,” said the Gnat. “Go on with the list.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked up at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest, and made
|
||||
up pov/p mind that it must have been just repainted, it looked so bright
|
||||
and sticky; and then pov/s went on.
|
||||
|
||||
“And there's the Dragon-fly.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Look on the branch above your head,” said the Gnat, “and there you'll
|
||||
find a snap-dragon-fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings of
|
||||
holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And what does it live on?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Frumenty and mince pie,” the Gnat replied; “and it makes its nest in a
|
||||
Christmas box.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And then there's the Butterfly,” pov/S went on, after pov/s had taken a
|
||||
good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had thought to pov/r,
|
||||
“I wonder if that's the reason insects are so fond of flying into
|
||||
candles---because they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Crawling at your feet,” said the Gnat (pov/S drew pov/p feet back in
|
||||
some alarm), “you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin
|
||||
slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump
|
||||
of sugar.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And what does #emph[it] live on?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Weak tea with cream in it.”
|
||||
|
||||
A new difficulty came into pov/S head. “Supposing it couldn't find any?”
|
||||
pov/s suggested.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then it would die, of course.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But that must happen very often,” pov/S remarked thoughtfully.
|
||||
|
||||
“It always happens,” said the Gnat.
|
||||
|
||||
After this, pov/S vrb/be/ silent for a minute or two, pondering. The
|
||||
Gnat amused itself meanwhile by humming round and round her head: at
|
||||
last it settled again and remarked, “I suppose you don't want to lose
|
||||
your name?”
|
||||
|
||||
“No, indeed,” pov/S said, a little anxiously.
|
||||
|
||||
“And yet I don't know,” the Gnat went on in a careless tone: “only think
|
||||
how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home without it!
|
||||
For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons, she
|
||||
would call out ‘come here---,' and there she would have to leave off,
|
||||
because there wouldn't be any name for her to call, and of course you
|
||||
wouldn't have to go, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“That would never do, I'm sure,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/: “the governess would never think of excusing me
|
||||
lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my name, she'd call me
|
||||
‘Prn/h!' as the servants do.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, if she said ‘Prn/h,' and didn't say anything more,” the Gnat
|
||||
remarked, “of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I wish
|
||||
#emph[you] had made it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why do you wish #emph[I] had made it?” pov/S asked. “It's a very bad
|
||||
one.”
|
||||
|
||||
But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling down
|
||||
its cheeks.
|
||||
|
||||
“You shouldn't make jokes,” pov/S said, “if it makes you so unhappy.”
|
||||
|
||||
Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time the
|
||||
poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for, when pov/S
|
||||
looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as
|
||||
pov/s vrb/be/ getting quite chilly with sitting still so long, pov/s got
|
||||
up and walked on.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side of
|
||||
it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and pov/S felt a
|
||||
#emph[little] timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts,
|
||||
pov/s made up pov/p mind to go on: “for I certainly won't go
|
||||
#emph[back];,” pov/s thought to pov/r, and this was the only way to the
|
||||
Eighth Square.
|
||||
|
||||
“This must be the wood,” pov/s said thoughtfully to pov/r, “where things
|
||||
have no names. I wonder what'll become of #emph[my] name when I go in? I
|
||||
shouldn't like to lose it at all---because they'd have to give me
|
||||
another, and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one. But then the
|
||||
fun would be trying to find the creature that had got my old name!
|
||||
That's just like the advertisements, you know, when people lose
|
||||
dogs---‘#emph[answers to the name of “Dash:” had on a brass
|
||||
collar];'---just fancy calling everything you met ‘Y/n,' till one of
|
||||
them answered! Only they wouldn't answer at all, if they were wise.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s vrb/be/ rambling on in this way when pov/s reached the wood: it
|
||||
looked very cool and shady. “Well, at any rate it's a great comfort,”
|
||||
pov/s said as she stepped under the trees, “after being so hot, to get
|
||||
into the---into #emph[what];?” pov/s went on, rather surprised at not
|
||||
being able to think of the word. “I mean to get under the---under
|
||||
the---under #emph[this];, you know!” putting pov/p hand on the trunk of
|
||||
the tree. “What #emph[does] it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it's
|
||||
got no name---why, to be sure it hasn't!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s stood silent for a minute, thinking: then pov/s suddenly began
|
||||
again. “Then it really #emph[has] happened, after all! And now, who am
|
||||
I? I #emph[will] remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it!” But being
|
||||
determined didn't help much, and all she could say, after a great deal
|
||||
of puzzling, was, “Cap/cut/off first 1/cut/only first 2/Y/n\/\//, I
|
||||
#emph[know] it begins with Cap/cut/off first 1/cut/only first
|
||||
2/Y/n\/\//!”
|
||||
|
||||
Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at pov/O with its large
|
||||
gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened. “Here then! Here then!”
|
||||
pov/S said, as pov/s held out pov/p hand and tried to stroke it; but it
|
||||
only started back a little, and then stood looking at pov/o again.
|
||||
|
||||
“What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet
|
||||
voice it had!
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish I knew!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought
|
||||
poor pov/S/. Pov/s answered, rather sadly, “Nothing, just now.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Think again,” it said: “that won't do.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought, but nothing came of it. “Please, would you tell me what
|
||||
#emph[you] call yourself?” pov/s said timidly. “I think that might help
|
||||
a little.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll tell you, if you'll move a little further on,” the Fawn said. “I
|
||||
can't remember here.”
|
||||
|
||||
So they walked on together though the wood, pov/S with pov/p arms
|
||||
clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out
|
||||
into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the
|
||||
air, and shook itself free from pov/P arms. “I'm a Fawn!” it cried out
|
||||
in a voice of delight, “and, dear me! you're a human child!” A sudden
|
||||
look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment
|
||||
it had darted away at full speed.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S stood looking after it, almost ready to cry with vexation at
|
||||
having lost pov/p dear little fellow-traveller so suddenly. “However, I
|
||||
know my name now.” pov/s said, “that's #emph[some] comfort.
|
||||
Y/n---Y/n---I won't forget it again. And now, which of these
|
||||
finger-posts ought I to follow, I wonder?”
|
||||
|
||||
It was not a very difficult question to answer, as there was only one
|
||||
road through the wood, and the two finger-posts both pointed along it.
|
||||
“I'll settle it,” pov/S said to pov/r, “when the road divides and they
|
||||
point different ways.”
|
||||
|
||||
But this did not seem likely to happen. Pov/s went on and on, a long
|
||||
way, but wherever the road divided there were sure to be two
|
||||
finger-posts pointing the same way, one marked “TO TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE”
|
||||
and the other “TO THE HOUSE OF TWEEDLEDEE.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I do believe,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ at
|
||||
last, “that they live in the same house! I wonder I never thought of
|
||||
that before---But I can't stay there long. I'll just call and say ‘how
|
||||
d'you do?' and ask them the way out of the wood. If I could only get to
|
||||
the Eighth Square before it gets dark!” So pov/s wandered on, talking to
|
||||
pov/r as pov/s went, till, on turning a sharp corner, pov/s came upon
|
||||
two fat little men, so suddenly that pov/s could not help starting back,
|
||||
but in another moment pov/s recovered pov/r, feeling sure that they must
|
||||
be.
|
||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
#set align(right)
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||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
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|
||||
])
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||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
stroke: none,
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
[--#h(1em)1],
|
||||
table.hline(),
|
||||
[364]
|
||||
)
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
A boat beneath a sunny sky, \
|
||||
Lingering onward dreamily \
|
||||
In an evening of July---
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Children three that nestle near, \
|
||||
Eager eye and willing ear, \
|
||||
Pleased a simple tale to hear---
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Long has paled that sunny sky: \
|
||||
Echoes fade and memories die. \
|
||||
Autumn frosts have slain July.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Still she haunts me, phantomwise, \
|
||||
Y/n moving under skies \
|
||||
Never seen by waking eyes.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Children yet, the tale to hear, \
|
||||
Eager eye and willing ear, \
|
||||
Lovingly shall nestle near.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
In a Wonderland they lie, \
|
||||
Dreaming as the days go by, \
|
||||
Dreaming as the summers die:
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Ever drifting down the stream--- \
|
||||
Lingering in the golden gleam--- \
|
||||
Life, what is it but a dream?
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Child of the pure unclouded brow \
|
||||
#h(1em)And dreaming eyes of wonder! \
|
||||
Though time be fleet, and I and thou \
|
||||
#h(1em)Are half a life asunder, \
|
||||
Thy loving smile will surely hail \
|
||||
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I have not seen thy sunny face, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Nor heard thy silver laughter; \
|
||||
No thought of me shall find a place \
|
||||
#h(1em)In thy young life's hereafter--- \
|
||||
Enough that now thou wilt not fail \
|
||||
To listen to my fairy-tale.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
A tale begun in other days, \
|
||||
#h(1em)When summer suns were glowing--- \
|
||||
A simple chime, that served to time \
|
||||
#h(1em)The rhythm of oar rowing--- \
|
||||
Whose echoes live in memory yet, \
|
||||
Though envious years would say ‘forget.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread. \
|
||||
#h(1em)With bitter tidings laden, \
|
||||
Shall summon to unwelcome bed \
|
||||
#h(1em)A melancholy maiden! \
|
||||
We are but older children, dear, \
|
||||
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Without, the frost, the blinding snow. \
|
||||
#h(1em)The storm-wind's moody madness--- \
|
||||
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And childhood's nest of gladness. \
|
||||
The magic words shall hold thee fast: \
|
||||
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And though the shadow of a sigh \
|
||||
#h(1em)May tremble through the story, \
|
||||
For ‘happy summer days' gone by, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And vanish'd summer glory--- \
|
||||
It shall not touch with breath of bale \
|
||||
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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#let poem(content) = {
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#content
|
||||
])
|
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}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“In winter, when the fields are white, \
|
||||
I sing this song for your delight---
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
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|||
#let poem(content) = {
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||||
|
||||
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|
||||
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||||
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|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“In spring, when woods are getting green, \
|
||||
I'll try and tell you what I mean.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
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|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“In summer, when the days are long, \
|
||||
Perhaps you'll understand the song:
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
In autumn, when the leaves are brown, \
|
||||
Take pen and ink, and write it down.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,26 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“I sent a message to the fish: \
|
||||
I told them ‘This is what I wish.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The little fishes of the sea, \
|
||||
They sent an answer back to me.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The little fishes' answer was \
|
||||
‘We cannot do it, Sir, because---'”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,51 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“I sent to them again to say \
|
||||
‘It will be better to obey.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The fishes answered with a grin, \
|
||||
‘Why, what a temper you are in!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I told them once, I told them twice: \
|
||||
They would not listen to advice.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I took a kettle large and new, \
|
||||
Fit for the deed I had to do.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
My heart went hop, my heart went thump; \
|
||||
I filled the kettle at the pump.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Then some one came to me and said, \
|
||||
‘The little fishes are in bed.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I said to him, I said it plain, \
|
||||
‘Then you must wake them up again.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I said it very loud and clear; \
|
||||
I went and shouted in his ear.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,36 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“But he was very stiff and proud; \
|
||||
He said ‘You needn't shout so loud!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And he was very proud and stiff; \
|
||||
He said ‘I'd go and wake them, if---'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I took a corkscrew from the shelf: \
|
||||
I went to wake them up myself.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And when I found the door was locked, \
|
||||
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And when I found the door was shut, \
|
||||
I tried to turn the handle, but---”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall: \
|
||||
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. \
|
||||
All the King's horses and all the King's men \
|
||||
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
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|
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#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
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|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Hush-a-by lady, in Y/n's lap! \
|
||||
Till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap: \
|
||||
When the feast's over, we'll go to the ball--- \
|
||||
Red Queen, and White Queen, and Y/n, and all!
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,121 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
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#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“I'll tell thee everything I can; \
|
||||
#h(1em)There's little to relate. \
|
||||
I saw an aged aged man, \
|
||||
#h(1em)A-sitting on a gate. \
|
||||
‘Who are you, aged man?' I said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘and how is it you live?' \
|
||||
And his answer trickled through my head \
|
||||
Like water through a sieve.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
He said ‘I look for butterflies \
|
||||
#h(1em)That sleep among the wheat: \
|
||||
I make them into mutton-pies, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And sell them in the street. \
|
||||
I sell them unto men,' he said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Who sail on stormy seas; \
|
||||
And that's the way I get my bread--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)A trifle, if you please.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
But I was thinking of a plan \
|
||||
#h(1em)To dye one's whiskers green, \
|
||||
And always use so large a fan \
|
||||
#h(1em)That they could not be seen. \
|
||||
So, having no reply to give \
|
||||
#h(1em)To what the old man said, \
|
||||
I cried, ‘Come, tell me how you live!' \
|
||||
#h(1em)And thumped him on the head.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
His accents mild took up the tale: \
|
||||
#h(1em)He said ‘I go my ways, \
|
||||
And when I find a mountain-rill, \
|
||||
#h(1em)I set it in a blaze; \
|
||||
And thence they make a stuff they call \
|
||||
#h(1em)Rolands' Macassar Oil--- \
|
||||
Yet twopence-halfpenny is all \
|
||||
#h(1em)They give me for my toil.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
But I was thinking of a way \
|
||||
#h(1em)To feed oneself on batter, \
|
||||
And so go on from day to day \
|
||||
#h(1em)Getting a little fatter. \
|
||||
I shook him well from side to side, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Until his face was blue: \
|
||||
‘Come, tell me how you live,' I cried, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘And what it is you do!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
He said ‘I hunt for haddocks' eyes \
|
||||
#h(1em)Among the heather bright, \
|
||||
And work them into waistcoat-buttons \
|
||||
#h(1em)In the silent night. \
|
||||
And these I do not sell for gold \
|
||||
#h(1em)Or coin of silvery shine \
|
||||
But for a copper halfpenny, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And that will purchase nine.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘I sometimes dig for buttered rolls, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Or set limed twigs for crabs; \
|
||||
I sometimes search the grassy knolls \
|
||||
#h(1em)For wheels of Hansom-cabs. \
|
||||
And that's the way' (he gave a wink) \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘By which I get my wealth--- \
|
||||
And very gladly will I drink \
|
||||
#h(1em)Your Honour's noble health.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I heard him then, for I had just \
|
||||
#h(1em)Completed my design \
|
||||
To keep the Menai bridge from rust \
|
||||
#h(1em)By boiling it in wine. \
|
||||
I thanked him much for telling me \
|
||||
#h(1em)The way he got his wealth, \
|
||||
But chiefly for his wish that he \
|
||||
#h(1em)Might drink my noble health.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And now, if e'er by chance I put \
|
||||
#h(1em)My fingers into glue \
|
||||
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot \
|
||||
#h(1em)Into a left-hand shoe, \
|
||||
Or if I drop upon my toe \
|
||||
#h(1em)A very heavy weight, \
|
||||
I weep, for it reminds me so, \
|
||||
Of that old man I used to know--- \
|
||||
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, \
|
||||
Whose hair was whiter than the snow, \
|
||||
Whose face was very like a crow, \
|
||||
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, \
|
||||
Who seemed distracted with his woe, \
|
||||
Who rocked his body to and fro, \
|
||||
And muttered mumblingly and low, \
|
||||
As if his mouth were full of dough, \
|
||||
Who snorted like a buffalo--- \
|
||||
That summer evening, long ago, \
|
||||
#h(1em)A-sitting on a gate.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
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#let poem(content) = {
|
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves \
|
||||
#h(1em)Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; \
|
||||
All mimsy were the borogoves, \
|
||||
#h(2em)And the mome raths outgrabe.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,22 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#scale(x: -100%)[#content]
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#smallcaps[Jabberwocky.]
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves \
|
||||
#h(1em)Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; \
|
||||
All mimsy were the borogoves, \
|
||||
#h(2em)And the mome raths outgrabe.
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||||
]
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]
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||||
]
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||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#smallcaps[Jabberwocky.]
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves \
|
||||
#h(1em)Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; \
|
||||
All mimsy were the borogoves, \
|
||||
#h(2em)And the mome raths outgrabe.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! \
|
||||
#h(1em)The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! \
|
||||
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun \
|
||||
#h(2em)The frumious Bandersnatch!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
He took his vorpal sword in hand: \
|
||||
#h(1em)Long time the manxome foe he sought--- \
|
||||
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, \
|
||||
#h(2em)And stood awhile in thought.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
And as in uffish thought he stood, \
|
||||
#h(1em)The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, \
|
||||
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, \
|
||||
#h(2em)And burbled as it came!
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
One, two! One, two! And through and through \
|
||||
#h(1em)The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! \
|
||||
He left it dead, and with its head \
|
||||
#h(2em)He went galumphing back.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? \
|
||||
#h(1em)Come to my arms, my beamish boy! \
|
||||
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” \
|
||||
#h(2em)He chortled in his joy.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves \
|
||||
#h(1em)Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; \
|
||||
All mimsy were the borogoves, \
|
||||
#h(2em)And the mome raths outgrabe.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
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||||
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||||
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#h(1em)“‘First, the fish must be caught.' \
|
||||
That is easy: a baby, I think, could have caught it. \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Next, the fish must be bought.' \
|
||||
That is easy: a penny, I think, would have bought it.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Now cook me the fish!' \
|
||||
That is easy, and will not take more than a minute. \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Let it lie in a dish!' \
|
||||
That is easy, because it already is in it.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Bring it here! Let me sup!' \
|
||||
It is easy to set such a dish on the table. \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Take the dish-cover up!' \
|
||||
Ah, that is so hard that I fear I'm unable!
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#h(1em)For it holds it like glue--- \
|
||||
Holds the lid to the dish, while it lies in the middle: \
|
||||
#h(1em)Which is easiest to do, \
|
||||
Un-dish-cover the fish, or dishcover the riddle?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown: \
|
||||
The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town. \
|
||||
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown; \
|
||||
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“The sun was shining on the sea, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Shining with all his might: \
|
||||
He did his very best to make \
|
||||
#h(1em)The billows smooth and bright--- \
|
||||
And this was odd, because it was \
|
||||
#h(1em)The middle of the night.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The moon was shining sulkily, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Because she thought the sun \
|
||||
Had got no business to be there \
|
||||
#h(1em)After the day was done--- \
|
||||
‘It's very rude of him,' she said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘To come and spoil the fun!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The sea was wet as wet could be, \
|
||||
#h(1em)The sands were dry as dry. \
|
||||
You could not see a cloud, because \
|
||||
#h(1em)No cloud was in the sky: \
|
||||
No birds were flying over head--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)There were no birds to fly.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The Walrus and the Carpenter \
|
||||
#h(1em)Were walking close at hand; \
|
||||
They wept like anything to see \
|
||||
#h(1em)Such quantities of sand: \
|
||||
‘If this were only cleared away,' \
|
||||
#h(1em)They said, ‘it #emph[would] be grand!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘If seven maids with seven mops \
|
||||
#h(1em)Swept it for half a year, \
|
||||
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘That they could get it clear?' \
|
||||
‘I doubt it,' said the Carpenter, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And shed a bitter tear.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘O Oysters, come and walk with us!' \
|
||||
#h(1em)The Walrus did beseech. \
|
||||
‘A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Along the briny beach: \
|
||||
We cannot do with more than four, \
|
||||
#h(1em)To give a hand to each.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The eldest Oyster looked at him. \
|
||||
#h(1em)But never a word he said: \
|
||||
The eldest Oyster winked his eye, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And shook his heavy head--- \
|
||||
Meaning to say he did not choose \
|
||||
#h(1em)To leave the oyster-bed.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
But four young oysters hurried up, \
|
||||
#h(1em)All eager for the treat: \
|
||||
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Their shoes were clean and neat--- \
|
||||
And this was odd, because, you know, \
|
||||
#h(1em)They hadn't any feet.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘O Oysters, come and walk with us!' \
|
||||
#h(1em)The Walrus did beseech. \
|
||||
‘A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Along the briny beach: \
|
||||
We cannot do with more than four, \
|
||||
#h(1em)To give a hand to each.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Four other Oysters followed them, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And yet another four; \
|
||||
And thick and fast they came at last, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And more, and more, and more--- \
|
||||
All hopping through the frothy waves, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And scrambling to the shore.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
The Walrus and the Carpenter \
|
||||
#h(1em)Walked on a mile or so, \
|
||||
And then they rested on a rock \
|
||||
#h(1em)Conveniently low: \
|
||||
And all the little Oysters stood \
|
||||
#h(1em)And waited in a row.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘The time has come,' the Walrus said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘To talk of many things: \
|
||||
Of shoes---and ships---and sealing-wax--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)Of cabbages---and kings--- \
|
||||
And why the sea is boiling hot--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)And whether pigs have wings.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Before we have our chat; \
|
||||
For some of us are out of breath, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And all of us are fat!' \
|
||||
‘No hurry!' said the Carpenter. \
|
||||
#h(1em)They thanked him much for that.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Is what we chiefly need: \
|
||||
Pepper and vinegar besides \
|
||||
#h(1em)Are very good indeed--- \
|
||||
Now if you're ready Oysters dear, \
|
||||
#h(1em)We can begin to feed.'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘But not on us!' the Oysters cried, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Turning a little blue, \
|
||||
‘After such kindness, that would be \
|
||||
#h(1em)A dismal thing to do!' \
|
||||
‘The night is fine,' the Walrus said \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Do you admire the view?
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘It was so kind of you to come! \
|
||||
#h(1em)And you are very nice!' \
|
||||
The Carpenter said nothing but \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘Cut us another slice: \
|
||||
I wish you were not quite so deaf--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)I've had to ask you twice!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘It seems a shame,' the Walrus said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘To play them such a trick, \
|
||||
After we've brought them out so far, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And made them trot so quick!' \
|
||||
The Carpenter said nothing but \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘The butter's spread too thick!'
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘I weep for you,' the Walrus said. \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘I deeply sympathize.' \
|
||||
With sobs and tears he sorted out \
|
||||
#h(1em)Those of the largest size. \
|
||||
Holding his pocket handkerchief \
|
||||
#h(1em)Before his streaming eyes.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘O Oysters,' said the Carpenter. \
|
||||
#h(1em)‘You've had a pleasant run! \
|
||||
Shall we be trotting home again?' \
|
||||
#h(1em)But answer came there none--- \
|
||||
And that was scarcely odd, because \
|
||||
#h(1em)They'd eaten every one.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
#set align(left)
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“To the Looking-Glass world it was Y/n that said, \
|
||||
‘I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head; \
|
||||
Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, \
|
||||
Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.'”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
#set align(left)
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|
||||
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|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can, \
|
||||
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran: \
|
||||
Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea--- \
|
||||
And welcome also/Queen Y/n with thirty-times-three!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“‘O Looking-Glass creatures,' quoth Y/n, ‘draw near! \
|
||||
'Tis an honour to see me, a favour to hear: \
|
||||
'Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea \
|
||||
Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!'”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink, \
|
||||
Or anything else that is pleasant to drink: \
|
||||
Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine--- \
|
||||
And welcome also/Queen Y/n with ninety-times-nine!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
#set align(left)
|
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|
||||
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|
||||
])
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Tweedledum and Tweedledee \
|
||||
#h(1em)Agreed to have a battle; \
|
||||
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee \
|
||||
#h(1em)Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Just then flew down a monstrous crow, \
|
||||
#h(1em)As black as a tar-barrel; \
|
||||
Which frightened both the heroes so, \
|
||||
#h(1em)They quite forgot their quarrel.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
== also/Queen Y/n
|
||||
“Well, this #emph[is] grand!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/. “I never expected I should be a/an also/Queen so
|
||||
soon---and I'll tell you what it is, your majesty,” pov/s went on in a
|
||||
severe tone (pov/s vrb/be/ always rather fond of scolding pov/r), “it'll
|
||||
never do for you to be lolling about on the grass like that! also/Queens
|
||||
have to be dignified, you know!”
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s got up and walked about---rather stiffly just at first, as
|
||||
pov/s vrb/be/ afraid that the crown might come off: but pov/s comforted
|
||||
pov/r with the thought that there was nobody to see pov/o, “and if I
|
||||
really am a/an also/Queen,” pov/s said as pov/s sat down again, “I shall
|
||||
be able to manage it quite well in time.”
|
||||
|
||||
Everything was happening so oddly that pov/s didn't feel a bit surprised
|
||||
at finding the Red Queen and the White Queen sitting close to pov/o, one
|
||||
on each side: pov/s would have liked very much to ask them how they came
|
||||
there, but pov/s feared it would not be quite civil. However, there
|
||||
would be no harm, pov/s thought, in asking if the game was over.
|
||||
“Please, would you tell me---” she began, looking timidly at the Red
|
||||
Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Speak when you're spoken to!” The Queen sharply interrupted her.
|
||||
|
||||
“But if everybody obeyed that rule,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, who was always ready for a little argument, “and if
|
||||
you only spoke when you were spoken to, and the other person always
|
||||
waited for #emph[you] to begin, you see nobody would ever say anything,
|
||||
so that---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Ridiculous!” cried the Queen. “Why, don't you see, child---” here she
|
||||
broke off with a frown, and, after thinking for a minute, suddenly
|
||||
changed the subject of the conversation. “What do you mean by ‘If you
|
||||
really are a/an also/Queen'? What right have you to call yourself so?
|
||||
You can't be a/an also/Queen, you know, till you've passed the proper
|
||||
examination. And the sooner we begin it, the better.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I only said ‘if'!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S/poor pov/S/
|
||||
pleaded in a piteous tone.
|
||||
|
||||
The two Queens looked at each other, and the Red Queen remarked, with a
|
||||
little shudder, “Prn/s #emph[says] prn/s only said ‘if'---”
|
||||
|
||||
“But prn/s said a great deal more than that!” the White Queen moaned,
|
||||
wringing her hands. “Oh, ever so much more than that!”
|
||||
|
||||
“So you did, you know,” the Red Queen said to pov/O. “Always speak the
|
||||
truth---think before you speak---and write it down afterwards.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure I didn't mean---” pov/S vrB/be/ beginning, but the Red Queen
|
||||
interrupted pov/o impatiently.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's just what I complain of! You #emph[should] have meant! What do
|
||||
you suppose is the use of child without any meaning? Even a joke should
|
||||
have some meaning---and a child's more important than a joke, I hope.
|
||||
You couldn't deny that, even if you tried with both hands.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't deny things with my #emph[hands];,” pov/S objected.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nobody said you did,” said the Red Queen. “I said you couldn't if you
|
||||
tried.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s'cut/off first 2/vrn/present/have\/\/ in that state of mind,” said
|
||||
the White Queen, “that prn/s wants to deny #emph[something];---only
|
||||
prn/s vrn/do/n't know what to deny!”
|
||||
|
||||
“A nasty, vicious temper,” the Red Queen remarked; and then there was an
|
||||
uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.
|
||||
|
||||
The Red Queen broke the silence by saying to the White Queen, “I invite
|
||||
you to Y/n's dinner-party this afternoon.”
|
||||
|
||||
The White Queen smiled feebly, and said “And I invite #emph[you];.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't know I was to have a party at all,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/; “but if there is to be one, I think
|
||||
#emph[I] ought to invite the guests.”
|
||||
|
||||
“We gave you the opportunity of doing it,” the Red Queen remarked: “but
|
||||
I daresay you've not had many lessons in manners yet?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Manners are not taught in lessons,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/. “Lessons teach you to do sums, and things of that
|
||||
sort.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And you do Addition?” the White Queen asked. “What's one and one and
|
||||
one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “I
|
||||
lost count.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s can't do Addition,” the Red Queen interrupted. “Can you do
|
||||
Subtraction? Take nine from eight.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Nine from eight I can't, you know,” pov/S replied very readily:
|
||||
“but---”
|
||||
|
||||
“She can't do Subtraction,” said the White Queen. “Can you do Division?
|
||||
Divide a loaf by a knife---what's the answer to that?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I suppose---” pov/S vrB/be/ beginning, but the Red Queen answered for
|
||||
pov/o. “Bread-and-butter, of course. Try another Subtraction sum. Take a
|
||||
bone from a dog: what remains?”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S considered. “The bone wouldn't remain, of course, if I took
|
||||
it---and the dog wouldn't remain; it would come to bite me---and I'm
|
||||
sure #emph[I] shouldn't remain!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then you think nothing would remain?” said the Red Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“I think that's the answer.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Wrong, as usual,” said the Red Queen: “the dog's temper would remain.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But I don't see how---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, look here!” the Red Queen cried. “The dog would lose its temper,
|
||||
wouldn't it?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Perhaps it would,” pov/S replied cautiously.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then if the dog went away, its temper would remain!” the Queen
|
||||
exclaimed triumphantly.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S said, as gravely as pov/s could, “They might go different ways.”
|
||||
But pov/s couldn't help thinking to pov/r, “What dreadful nonsense we
|
||||
#emph[are] talking!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s can't do sums a #emph[bit];!” the Queens said together, with
|
||||
great emphasis.
|
||||
|
||||
“Can #emph[you] do sums?” pov/S said, turning suddenly on the White
|
||||
Queen, for pov/s didn't like being found fault with so much.
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen gasped and shut her eyes. “I can do Addition, if you give me
|
||||
time---but I can't do Subtraction, under #emph[any] circumstances!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course you know your A B C?” said the Red Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“To be sure I do.” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“So do I,” the White Queen whispered: “we'll often say it over together,
|
||||
dear. And I'll tell you a secret---I can read words of one letter! Isn't
|
||||
#emph[that] grand! However, don't be discouraged. You'll come to it in
|
||||
time.”
|
||||
|
||||
Here the Red Queen began again. “Can you answer useful questions?” she
|
||||
said. “How is bread made?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I know #emph[that];!” pov/S cried eagerly. “You take some flour---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Where do you pick the flower?” the White Queen asked. “In a garden, or
|
||||
in the hedges?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, it isn't #emph[picked] at all,” pov/S explained: “it's
|
||||
#emph[ground];---”
|
||||
|
||||
“How many acres of ground?” said the White Queen. “You mustn't leave out
|
||||
so many things.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Fan prn/p head!” the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. “Prn/s'll be
|
||||
feverish after so much thinking.” So they set to work and fanned pov/o
|
||||
with bunches of leaves, till pov/s had to beg them to leave off, it blew
|
||||
pov/p hair about so.
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s'cut/off first 2/vrn/present/have\/\/ all right again now,” said
|
||||
the Red Queen. “Do you know Languages? What's the French for
|
||||
fiddle-de-dee?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Fiddle-de-dee's not English,” pov/S replied gravely.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who ever said it was?” said the Red Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought pov/s saw a way out of the difficulty this time. “If
|
||||
you'll tell me what language ‘fiddle-de-dee' is, I'll tell you the
|
||||
French for it!” pov/s exclaimed triumphantly.
|
||||
|
||||
But the Red Queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said “Queens never
|
||||
make bargains.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish Queens never asked questions,” pov/S thought to pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
“Don't let us quarrel,” the White Queen said in an anxious tone. “What
|
||||
is the cause of lightning?”
|
||||
|
||||
“The cause of lightning,” pov/S said very decidedly, for pov/s felt
|
||||
quite certain about this, “is the thunder---no, no!” pov/s hastily
|
||||
corrected pov/r. “I meant the other way.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's too late to correct it,” said the Red Queen: “when you've once
|
||||
said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Which reminds me---” the White Queen said, looking down and nervously
|
||||
clasping and unclasping her hands, “we had #emph[such] a thunderstorm
|
||||
last Tuesday---I mean one of the last set of Tuesdays, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ puzzled. “In #emph[our] country,” pov/s remarked, “there's
|
||||
only one day at a time.”
|
||||
|
||||
The Red Queen said, “That's a poor thin way of doing things. Now
|
||||
#emph[here];, we mostly have days and nights two or three at a time, and
|
||||
sometimes in the winter we take as many as five nights together---for
|
||||
warmth, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Are five nights warmer than one night, then?” pov/S ventured to ask.
|
||||
|
||||
“Five times as warm, of course.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But they should be five times as #emph[cold];, by the same rule---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Just so!” cried the Red Queen. “Five times as warm, #emph[and] five
|
||||
times as cold---just as I'm five times as rich as you are, #emph[and]
|
||||
five times as clever!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S sighed and gave it up. “It's exactly like a riddle with no
|
||||
answer!” pov/s thought.
|
||||
|
||||
“Humpty Dumpty saw it too,” the White Queen went on in a low voice, more
|
||||
as if she were talking to herself. “He came to the door with a corkscrew
|
||||
in his hand---”
|
||||
|
||||
“What did he want?” said the Red Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“He said he #emph[would] come in,” the White Queen went on, “because he
|
||||
was looking for a hippopotamus. Now, as it happened, there wasn't such a
|
||||
thing in the house, that morning.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Is there generally?” pov/S asked in an astonished tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, only on Thursdays,” said the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“I know what he came for,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/: “he wanted to punish the fish, because---”
|
||||
|
||||
Here the White Queen began again. “It was #emph[such] a thunderstorm,
|
||||
you can't think!” (“She #emph[never] could, you know,” said the Red
|
||||
Queen.) “And part of the roof came off, and ever so much thunder got
|
||||
in---and it went rolling round the room in great lumps---and knocking
|
||||
over the tables and things---till I was so frightened, I couldn't
|
||||
remember my own name!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought to pov/r, “I never should #emph[try] to remember my name
|
||||
in the middle of an accident! Where would be the use of it?” but pov/s
|
||||
did not say this aloud, for fear of hurting the poor Queen's feeling.
|
||||
|
||||
“Your Majesty must excuse her,” the Red Queen said to pov/O, taking one
|
||||
of the White Queen's hands in her own, and gently stroking it: “she
|
||||
means well, but she can't help saying foolish things, as a general
|
||||
rule.”
|
||||
|
||||
The White Queen looked timidly at pov/O, alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/and pov/s/who/ felt pov/s #emph[ought] to say something kind, but
|
||||
really couldn't think of anything at the moment.
|
||||
|
||||
“She never was really well brought up,” the Red Queen went on: “but it's
|
||||
amazing how good-tempered she is! Pat her on the head, and see how
|
||||
pleased she'll be!” But this was more than pov/S had courage to do.
|
||||
|
||||
“A little kindness---and putting her hair in papers---would do wonders
|
||||
with her---”
|
||||
|
||||
The White Queen gave a deep sigh, and laid her head on pov/P shoulder.
|
||||
“I #emph[am] so sleepy?” she moaned.
|
||||
|
||||
“She's tired, poor thing!” said the Red Queen. “Smooth her hair---lend
|
||||
her your nightcap---and sing her a soothing lullaby.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I haven't got a nightcap with me,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, as pov/s tried to obey the first direction: “and I
|
||||
don't know any soothing lullabies.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I must do it myself, then,” said the Red Queen, and she began:
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/hush-a-by-lady.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“And now you know the words,” she added, as she put her head down on
|
||||
pov/P other shoulder, “just sing it through to #emph[me];. I'm getting
|
||||
sleepy, too.” In another moment both Queens were fast asleep, and
|
||||
snoring loud.
|
||||
|
||||
“What #emph[am] I to do?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
exclaimed/exclaimed pov/S/, looking about in great perplexity, as first
|
||||
one round head, and then the other, rolled down from pov/p shoulder, and
|
||||
lay like a heavy lump in her lap. “I don't think it #emph[ever] happened
|
||||
before, that any one had to take care of two Queens asleep at once! No,
|
||||
not in all the History of England---it couldn't, you know, because there
|
||||
never was more than one Queen at a time. Do wake up, you heavy things!”
|
||||
pov/s went on in an impatient tone; but there was no answer but a gentle
|
||||
snoring.
|
||||
|
||||
The snoring got more distinct every minute, and sounded more like a
|
||||
tune: at last pov/s could even make out the words, and pov/s listened so
|
||||
eagerly that, when the two great heads vanished from her lap, pov/s
|
||||
hardly missed them.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s vrb/be/ standing before an arched doorway over which were the
|
||||
words CAP/also/Queen Y/n/ in large letters, and on each side of the arch
|
||||
there was a bell-handle; one was marked “Visitors' Bell,” and the other
|
||||
“Servants' Bell.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll wait till the song's over,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/, “and then I'll ring---the---#emph[which] bell
|
||||
must I ring?” pov/s went on, very much puzzled by the names. “I'm not a
|
||||
visitor, and I'm not a servant. There #emph[ought] to be one marked
|
||||
‘also/Queen,' you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
Just then the door opened a little way, and a creature with a long beak
|
||||
put its head out for a moment and said “No admittance till the week
|
||||
after next!” and shut the door again with a bang.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S knocked and rang in vain for a long time, but at last, a very old
|
||||
Frog, who was sitting under a tree, got up and hobbled slowly towards
|
||||
pov/o: he was dressed in bright yellow, and had enormous boots on.
|
||||
|
||||
“What is it, now?” the Frog said in a deep hoarse whisper.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S turned round, ready to find fault with anybody. “Where's the
|
||||
servant whose business it is to answer the door?” pov/s began angrily.
|
||||
|
||||
“Which door?” said the Frog.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S almost stamped with irritation at the slow drawl in which he
|
||||
spoke. “#emph[This] door, of course!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Frog looked at the door with his large dull eyes for a minute: then
|
||||
he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he were trying
|
||||
whether the paint would come off; then he looked at pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“To answer the door?” he said. “What's it been asking of?” He was so
|
||||
hoarse that pov/S could scarcely hear him.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know what you mean,” povs said.
|
||||
|
||||
“I talks English, doesn't I?” the Frog went on. “Or are you deaf? What
|
||||
did it ask you?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Nothing!” pov/S said impatiently. “I've been knocking at it!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Shouldn't do that---shouldn't do that---” the Frog muttered. “Vexes it,
|
||||
you know.” Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his
|
||||
great feet. “You let #emph[it] alone,” he panted out, as he hobbled back
|
||||
to his tree, “and it'll let #emph[you] alone, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment the door was flung open, and a shrill voice was heard
|
||||
singing:
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-1.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus:
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-2.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
Then followed a confused noise of cheering, and Alice thought to
|
||||
herself, “Thirty times three makes ninety. I wonder if any one's
|
||||
counting?” In a minute there was silence again, and the same shrill
|
||||
voice sang another verse;
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-3.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
Then came the chorus again:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-4.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Ninety times nine!” pov/S repeated in despair, “Oh, that'll never be
|
||||
done! I'd better go in at once---” and there was a dead silence the
|
||||
moment pov/s appeared.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S glanced nervously along the table, as pov/s walked up the large
|
||||
hall, and noticed that there were about fifty guests, of all kinds: some
|
||||
were animals, some birds, and there were even a few flowers among them.
|
||||
“I'm glad they've come without waiting to be asked,” pov/s thought: “I
|
||||
should never have known who were the right people to invite!”
|
||||
|
||||
There were three chairs at the head of the table; the Red and White
|
||||
Queens had already taken two of them, but the middle one was empty.
|
||||
Pov/S sat down in it, rather uncomfortable in the silence, and longing
|
||||
for some one to speak.
|
||||
|
||||
At last the Red Queen began. “You've missed the soup and fish,” she
|
||||
said. “Put on the joint!” And the waiters set a leg of mutton before
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/O. Pov/s/pov/O, who/ looked at it
|
||||
rather anxiously, as pov/s had never had to carve a joint before.
|
||||
|
||||
“You look a little shy; let me introduce you to that leg of mutton,”
|
||||
said the Red Queen. “Y/n---Mutton; Mutton---Y/n.” The leg of mutton got
|
||||
up in the dish and made a little bow to pov/O; and pov/S returned the
|
||||
bow, not knowing whether to be frightened or amused.
|
||||
|
||||
“May I give you a slice?” pov/s said, taking up the knife and fork, and
|
||||
looking from one Queen to the other.
|
||||
|
||||
“Certainly not,” the Red Queen said, very decidedly: “it isn't etiquette
|
||||
to cut any one you've been introduced to. Remove the joint!” And the
|
||||
waiters carried it off, and brought a large plum-pudding in its place.
|
||||
|
||||
“I won't be introduced to the pudding, please,” pov/S said rather
|
||||
hastily, “or we shall get no dinner at all. May I give you some?”
|
||||
|
||||
But the Red Queen looked sulky, and growled “Pudding---Y/n;
|
||||
Y/n---Pudding. Remove the pudding!” and the waiters took it away so
|
||||
quickly that pov/S couldn't return its bow.
|
||||
|
||||
However, pov/s didn't see why the Red Queen should be the only one to
|
||||
give orders, so, as an experiment, pov/s called out “Waiter! Bring back
|
||||
the pudding!” and there it was again in a moment like a conjuring-trick.
|
||||
It was so large that pov/s couldn't help feeling a #emph[little] shy
|
||||
with it, as pov/s had been with the mutton; however, pov/s conquered
|
||||
pov/p shyness by a great effort and cut a slice and handed it to the Red
|
||||
Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“What impertinence!” said the Pudding. “I wonder how you'd like it, if I
|
||||
were to cut a slice out of #emph[you];, you creature!”
|
||||
|
||||
It spoke in a thick, suety sort of voice, and pov/S hadn't a word to say
|
||||
in reply: pov/s could only sit and look at it and gasp.
|
||||
|
||||
“Make a remark,” said the Red Queen: “it's ridiculous to leave all the
|
||||
conversation to the pudding!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you know, I've had such a quantity of poetry repeated to me to-day,”
|
||||
pov/S began, a little frightened at finding that, the moment pov/s
|
||||
opened pov/p lips, there was dead silence, and all eyes were fixed upon
|
||||
pov/o; “and it's a very curious thing, I think---every poem was about
|
||||
fishes in some way. Do you know why they're so fond of fishes, all about
|
||||
here?”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s spoke to the Red Queen, whose answer was a little wide of the
|
||||
mark. “As to fishes,” she said, very slowly and solemnly, putting her
|
||||
mouth close to pov/P ear, “her White Majesty knows a lovely riddle---all
|
||||
in poetry---all about fishes. Shall she repeat it?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Her Red Majesty's very kind to mention it,” the White Queen murmured
|
||||
into pov/P other ear, in a voice like the cooing of a pigeon. “It would
|
||||
be #emph[such] a treat! May I?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Please do,” pov/S said very politely.
|
||||
|
||||
The White Queen laughed with delight, and stroked pov/P cheek. Then she
|
||||
began:
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/lovely-riddle-all-about-fishes.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Take a minute to think about it, and then guess,” said the Red Queen.
|
||||
“Meanwhile, we'll drink your health---also/Queen Y/n's health!” she
|
||||
screamed at the top of her voice, and all the guests began drinking it
|
||||
directly, and very queerly they managed it: some of them put their
|
||||
glasses upon their heads like extinguishers, and drank all that trickled
|
||||
down their faces---others upset the decanters, and drank the wine as it
|
||||
ran off the edges of the table---and three of them (who looked like
|
||||
kangaroos) scrambled into the dish of roast mutton, and began eagerly
|
||||
lapping up the gravy, “just like pigs in a trough!” alt/first and second
|
||||
or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“You ought to return thanks in a neat speech,” the Red Queen said,
|
||||
frowning at pov/O as she spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
“We must support you, you know,” the White Queen whispered, as pov/S got
|
||||
up to do it, very obediently, but a little frightened.
|
||||
|
||||
“Thank you very much,” pov/s whispered in reply, “but I can do quite
|
||||
well without.”
|
||||
|
||||
“That wouldn't be at all the thing,” the Red Queen said very decidedly:
|
||||
so pov/S tried to submit to it with a good grace.
|
||||
|
||||
(“And they #emph[did] push so!” pov/s said afterwards, when pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ telling pov/p sister the history of the feast. “You would have
|
||||
thought they wanted to squeeze me flat!”)
|
||||
|
||||
In fact it was rather difficult for pov/o to keep in pov/p place while
|
||||
pov/s made pov/p speech: the two Queens pushed pov/o so, one on each
|
||||
side, that they nearly lifted pov/o up into the air: “I rise to return
|
||||
thanks---” pov/S began: and pov/s really #emph[did] rise as pov/s spoke,
|
||||
several inches; but pov/s got hold of the edge of the table, and managed
|
||||
to pull pov/r down again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Take care of yourself!” screamed the White Queen, seizing pov/P hair
|
||||
with both her hands. “Something's going to happen!”
|
||||
|
||||
And then (as pov/S afterwards described it) all sorts of things happened
|
||||
in a moment. The candles all grew up to the ceiling, looking something
|
||||
like a bed of rushes with fireworks at the top. As to the bottles, they
|
||||
each took a pair of plates, which they hastily fitted on as wings, and
|
||||
so, with forks for legs, went fluttering about in all directions: “and
|
||||
very like birds they look,” pov/S thought to pov/r, as well as pov/s
|
||||
could in the dreadful confusion that was beginning.
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment pov/s heard a hoarse laugh at pov/p side, and turned to
|
||||
see what was the matter with the White Queen; but, instead of the Queen,
|
||||
there was the leg of mutton sitting in the chair. “Here I am!” cried a
|
||||
voice from the soup tureen, and pov/S turned again, just in time to see
|
||||
the Queen's broad good-natured face grinning at pov/o for a moment over
|
||||
the edge of the tureen, before she disappeared into the soup.
|
||||
|
||||
There was not a moment to be lost. Already several of the guests were
|
||||
lying down in the dishes, and the soup ladle was walking up the table
|
||||
towards pov/P chair, and beckoning to pov/o impatiently to get out of
|
||||
its way.
|
||||
|
||||
“I can't stand this any longer!” pov/s cried as pov/s jumped up and
|
||||
seized the table-cloth with both hands: one good pull, and plates,
|
||||
dishes, guests, and candles came crashing down together in a heap on the
|
||||
floor.
|
||||
|
||||
“And as for #emph[you];,” pov/s went on, turning fiercely upon the Red
|
||||
Queen, whom pov/s considered as the cause of all the mischief---but the
|
||||
Queen was no longer at pov/p side---she had suddenly dwindled down to
|
||||
the size of a little doll, and was now on the table, merrily running
|
||||
round and round after her own shawl, which was trailing behind her.
|
||||
|
||||
At any other time, pov/S would have felt surprised at this, but pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ far too much excited to be surprised at anything #emph[now];.
|
||||
“As for #emph[you];,” pov/s repeated, catching hold of the little
|
||||
creature in the very act of jumping over a bottle which had just lighted
|
||||
upon the table, “I'll shake you into a kitten, that I will!”
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,8 @@
|
|||
== Shaking
|
||||
Pov/s took her off the table as pov/s spoke, and shook her backwards and
|
||||
forwards with all pov/p might.
|
||||
|
||||
The Red Queen made no resistance whatever; only her face grew very
|
||||
small, and her eyes got large and green: and still, as pov/S went on
|
||||
shaking her, she kept on growing shorter---and fatter---and softer---and
|
||||
rounder---and---
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,351 @@
|
|||
== The Garden of Live Flowers
|
||||
“I should see the garden far better,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ to pov/r, “if I could get to the top of
|
||||
that hill: and here's a path that leads straight to it---at least, no,
|
||||
it doesn't do that---” (after going a few yards along the path, and
|
||||
turning several sharp corners), “but I suppose it will at last. But how
|
||||
curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path! Well,
|
||||
#emph[this] turn goes to the hill, I suppose---no, it doesn't! This goes
|
||||
straight back to the house! Well then, I'll try it the other way.”
|
||||
|
||||
And so pov/s did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but
|
||||
always coming back to the house, do what pov/s would. Indeed, once, when
|
||||
pov/s turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, pov/s ran against
|
||||
it before pov/s could stop pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's no use talking about it,” pov/S said, looking up at the house and
|
||||
pretending it was arguing with pov/o. “I'm #emph[not] going in again
|
||||
yet. I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass again---back
|
||||
into the old room---and there'd be an end of all my adventures!”
|
||||
|
||||
So, resolutely turning pov/p back upon the house, pov/s set out once
|
||||
more down the path, determined to keep straight on till pov/s got to the
|
||||
hill. For a few minutes all went on well, and pov/s vrb/be/ just saying,
|
||||
“I really #emph[shall] do it this time---” when the path gave a sudden
|
||||
twist and shook itself (as pov/s described it afterwards), and the next
|
||||
moment pov/s found herself actually walking in at the door.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, it's too bad!” pov/s cried. “I never saw such a house for getting
|
||||
in the way! Never!”
|
||||
|
||||
However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be
|
||||
done but start again. This time pov/s came upon a large flower-bed, with
|
||||
a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.
|
||||
|
||||
“O Tiger-lily,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
addressing pov/r to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, “I
|
||||
#emph[wish] you could talk!”
|
||||
|
||||
“We #emph[can] talk,” said the Tiger-lily: “when there's anybody worth
|
||||
talking to.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S was so astonished that pov/s could not speak for a minute: it
|
||||
quite seemed to take pov/o breath away. At length, as the Tiger-lily
|
||||
only went on waving about, pov/s spoke again, in a timid voice---almost
|
||||
in a whisper. “And can #emph[all] the flowers talk?”
|
||||
|
||||
“As well as #emph[you] can,” said the Tiger-lily. “And a great deal
|
||||
louder.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It isn't manners for us to begin, you know,” said the Rose, “and I
|
||||
really was wondering when you'd speak! Said I to myself, ‘Prn/p face has
|
||||
got #emph[some] sense in it, though it's not a clever one!' Still,
|
||||
you're the right colour, and that goes a long way.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't care about the colour,” the Tiger-lily remarked. “If only prn/p
|
||||
petals curled up a little more, prn/s'd be all right.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S didn't like being criticised, so pov/s began asking questions.
|
||||
“Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody
|
||||
to take care of you?”
|
||||
|
||||
“There's the tree in the middle,” said the Rose: “what else is it good
|
||||
for?”
|
||||
|
||||
“But what could it do, if any danger came?” pov/S asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“It says ‘Bough-wough!'” cried a Daisy: “that's why its branches are
|
||||
called boughs!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Didn't you know #emph[that];?” cried another Daisy, and here they all
|
||||
began shouting together, till the air seemed quite full of little shrill
|
||||
voices. “Silence, every one of you!” cried the Tiger-lily, waving itself
|
||||
passionately from side to side, and trembling with excitement. “They
|
||||
know I can't get at them!” it panted, bending its quivering head towards
|
||||
pov/S, “or they wouldn't dare to do it!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Never mind!” pov/S said in a soothing tone, and stooping down to the
|
||||
daisies, who were just beginning again, pov/s whispered, “If you don't
|
||||
hold your tongues, I'll pick you!”
|
||||
|
||||
There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daisies turned
|
||||
white.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's right!” said the Tiger-lily. “The daisies are worst of all. When
|
||||
one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough to make one wither
|
||||
to hear the way they go on!”
|
||||
|
||||
“How is it you can all talk so nicely?” pov/S said, hoping to get it
|
||||
into a better temper by a compliment. “I've been in many gardens before,
|
||||
but none of the flowers could talk.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Put your hand down, and feel the ground,” said the Tiger-lily. “Then
|
||||
you'll know why.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did so. “It's very hard,” pov/s said, “but I don't see what that
|
||||
has to do with it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“In most gardens,” the Tiger-lily said, “they make the beds too
|
||||
soft---so that the flowers are always asleep.”
|
||||
|
||||
This sounded a very good reason, and pov/S vrb/be/ quite pleased to know
|
||||
it. “I never thought of that before!” pov/s said.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's #emph[my] opinion that you never think #emph[at all];,” the Rose
|
||||
said in a rather severe tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“I never saw anybody that looked stupider,” a Violet said, so suddenly,
|
||||
that pov/S quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.
|
||||
|
||||
“Hold #emph[your] tongue!” cried the Tiger-lily. “As if #emph[you] ever
|
||||
saw anybody! You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there,
|
||||
till you know no more what's going on in the world, than if you were a
|
||||
bud!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Are there any more people in the garden besides me?” pov/S said, not
|
||||
choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.
|
||||
|
||||
“There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,”
|
||||
said the Rose. “I wonder how you do it---” (“You're always wondering,”
|
||||
said the Tiger-lily), “but she's more bushy than you are.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Is she like me?” pov/S asked eagerly, for the thought crossed pov/s
|
||||
mind, “There's ife/prn/n is girl/another/a/ little girl in the garden,
|
||||
somewhere!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, she has the same awkward shape as you,” the Rose said, “but she's
|
||||
redder---and her petals are shorter, I think.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,” the Tiger-lily
|
||||
interrupted: “not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But that's not #emph[your] fault,” the Rose added kindly: “you're
|
||||
beginning to fade, you know---and then one can't help one's petals
|
||||
getting a little untidy.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S didn't like this idea at all: so, to change the subject, pov/s
|
||||
asked “Does she ever come out here?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I daresay you'll see her soon,” said the Rose. “She's one of the thorny
|
||||
kind.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Where does she wear the thorns?” pov/S asked with some curiosity.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why all round her head, of course,” the Rose replied. “I was wondering
|
||||
#emph[you] hadn't got some too. I thought it was the regular rule.”
|
||||
|
||||
“She's coming!” cried the Larkspur. “I hear her footstep, thump, thump,
|
||||
thump, along the gravel-walk!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked round eagerly, and found that it was the Red Queen. “She's
|
||||
grown a good deal!” was pov/p first remark. She had indeed: when pov/S
|
||||
first found her in the ashes, she had been only three inches high---and
|
||||
here she was, half a head taller than pov/S pov/r!
|
||||
|
||||
“It's the fresh air that does it,” said the Rose: “wonderfully fine air
|
||||
it is, out here.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I think I'll go and meet her,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, for, though the flowers were interesting enough, pov/s
|
||||
felt that it would be far grander to have a talk with a real Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“You can't possibly do that,” said the Rose: “#emph[I] should advise you
|
||||
to walk the other way.”
|
||||
|
||||
This sounded nonsense to pov/O, so pov/s said nothing, but set off at
|
||||
once towards the Red Queen. To pov/p surprise, pov/s lost sight of her
|
||||
in a moment, and found pov/r walking in at the front-door again.
|
||||
|
||||
A little provoked, pov/s drew back, and after looking everywhere for the
|
||||
queen (whom pov/s spied out at last, a long way off), pov/s thought she
|
||||
would try the plan, this time, of walking in the opposite direction.
|
||||
|
||||
It succeeded beautifully. Pov/s had not been walking a minute before
|
||||
pov/s found pov/r face to face with the Red Queen, and full in sight of
|
||||
the hill pov/s had been so long aiming at.
|
||||
|
||||
“Where do you come from?” said the Red Queen. “And where are you going?
|
||||
Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S attended to all these directions, and explained, as well as pov/s
|
||||
could, that pov/s had lost pov/p way.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know what you mean by #emph[your] way,” said the Queen: “all
|
||||
the ways about here belong to #emph[me];---but why did you come out here
|
||||
at all?” she added in a kinder tone. “Curtsey while you're thinking what
|
||||
to say, it saves time.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S wondered a little at this, but pov/s was too much in awe of the
|
||||
Queen to disbelieve it. “I'll try it when I go home,” pov/s thought to
|
||||
pov/r, “the next time I'm a little late for dinner.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's time for you to answer now,” the Queen said, looking at her watch:
|
||||
“open your mouth a #emph[little] wider when you speak, and always say
|
||||
‘your Majesty.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“I only wanted to see what the garden was like, your Majesty---”
|
||||
|
||||
“That's right,” said the Queen, patting pov/o on the head, which pov/S
|
||||
didn't like at all, “though, when you say ‘garden,'---#emph[I've] seen
|
||||
gardens, compared with which this would be a wilderness.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S didn't dare to argue the point, but went on: “---and I thought I'd
|
||||
try and find my way to the top of that hill---”
|
||||
|
||||
“When you say ‘hill,'” the Queen interrupted, “#emph[I] could show you
|
||||
hills, in comparison with which you'd call that a valley.”
|
||||
|
||||
“No, I shouldn't,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
surprised into contradicting her at last: “a hill #emph[can't] be a
|
||||
valley, you know. That would be nonsense---”
|
||||
|
||||
The Red Queen shook her head, “You may call it ‘nonsense' if you like,”
|
||||
she said, “but #emph[I've] heard nonsense, compared with which that
|
||||
would be as sensible as a dictionary!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S curtseyed again, as pov/s vrb/be/ afraid from the Queen's tone
|
||||
that she was a #emph[little] offended: and they walked on in silence
|
||||
till they got to the top of the little hill.
|
||||
|
||||
For some minutes pov/S stood without speaking, looking out in all
|
||||
directions over the country---and a most curious country it was. There
|
||||
were a number of tiny little brooks running straight across it from side
|
||||
to side, and the ground between was divided up into squares by a number
|
||||
of little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.
|
||||
|
||||
“I declare it's marked out just like a large chessboard!” pov/S said at
|
||||
last. “There ought to be some men moving about somewhere---and so there
|
||||
are!” Pov/s added in a tone of delight, and pov/p heart began to beat
|
||||
quick with excitement as pov/s went on. “It's a great huge game of chess
|
||||
that's being played---all over the world---if this #emph[is] the world
|
||||
at all, you know. Oh, what fun it is! How I #emph[wish] I was one of
|
||||
them! I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join---though of
|
||||
course I should #emph[like] to be a/an also/Queen, best.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s glanced rather shyly at the real Queen as pov/s said this, but
|
||||
pov/p companion only smiled pleasantly, and said, “That's easily
|
||||
managed. You can be the White Queen's Pawn, if you like, as Lily's too
|
||||
young to play; and you're in the Second Square to begin with: when you
|
||||
get to the Eighth Square you'll be a/an also/Queen---” Just at this
|
||||
moment, somehow or other, they began to run.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S never could quite make out, in thinking it over afterwards, how it
|
||||
was that they began: all pov/s remembers is, that they were running hand
|
||||
in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all pov/s could do to
|
||||
keep up with her: and still the Queen kept crying “Faster! Faster!” but
|
||||
pov/S felt she #emph[could not] go faster, though pov/s had not breath
|
||||
left to say so.
|
||||
|
||||
The most curious part of the thing was, that the trees and the other
|
||||
things round them never changed their places at all: however fast they
|
||||
went, they never seemed to pass anything. “I wonder if all the things
|
||||
move along with us?” thought poor puzzled pov/O. And the Queen seemed to
|
||||
guess pov/p thoughts, for she cried, “Faster! Don't try to talk!”
|
||||
|
||||
Not that pov/S had any idea of doing #emph[that];. Pov/s felt as if
|
||||
pov/s would never be able to talk again, pov/s vrb/be/ getting so much
|
||||
out of breath: and still the Queen cried “Faster! Faster!” and dragged
|
||||
pov/o along. “Are we nearly there?” Pov/S managed to pant out at last.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nearly there!” the Queen repeated. “Why, we passed it ten minutes ago!
|
||||
Faster!” And they ran on for a time in silence, with the wind whistling
|
||||
in pov/P ears, and almost blowing pov/p hair off pov/p head, pov/s
|
||||
fancied.
|
||||
|
||||
“Now! Now!” cried the Queen. “Faster! Faster!” And they went so fast
|
||||
that at last they seemed to skim through the air, hardly touching the
|
||||
ground with their feet, till suddenly, just as pov/S vrb/be/ getting
|
||||
quite exhausted, they stopped, and pov/s found pov/r sitting on the
|
||||
ground, breathless and giddy.
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen propped pov/s up against a tree, and said kindly, “You may
|
||||
rest a little now.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked round her in great surprise. “Why, I do believe we've been
|
||||
under this tree the whole time! Everything's just as it was!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course it is,” said the Queen, “what would you have it?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, in #emph[our] country,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, still panting a little, “you'd generally get to
|
||||
somewhere else---if you ran very fast for a long time, as we've been
|
||||
doing.”
|
||||
|
||||
“A slow sort of country!” said the Queen. “Now, #emph[here];, you see,
|
||||
it takes all the running #emph[you] can do, to keep in the same place.
|
||||
If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast
|
||||
as that!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'd rather not try, please!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/. “I'm quite content to stay here---only I #emph[am] so
|
||||
hot and thirsty!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I know what #emph[you'd] like!” the Queen said good-naturedly, taking a
|
||||
little box out of her pocket. “Have a biscuit?”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought it would not be civil to say “No,” though it wasn't at all
|
||||
what pov/s wanted. So pov/s took it, and ate it as well as she could:
|
||||
and it was #emph[very] dry; and pov/s thought pov/s had never been so
|
||||
nearly choked in all her life.
|
||||
|
||||
“While you're refreshing yourself,” said the Queen, “I'll just take the
|
||||
measurements.” And she took a ribbon out of her pocket, marked in
|
||||
inches, and began measuring the ground, and sticking little pegs in here
|
||||
and there.
|
||||
|
||||
“At the end of two yards,” she said, putting in a peg to mark the
|
||||
distance, “I shall give you your directions---have another biscuit?”
|
||||
|
||||
“No, thank you,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/:
|
||||
“one's #emph[quite] enough!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Thirst quenched, I hope?” said the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not know what to say to this, but luckily the Queen did not
|
||||
wait for an answer, but went on. “At the end of #emph[three] yards I
|
||||
shall repeat them---for fear of your forgetting them. At the end of
|
||||
#emph[four];, I shall say good-bye. And at the end of #emph[five];, I
|
||||
shall go!”
|
||||
|
||||
She had got all the pegs put in by this time, and pov/S looked on with
|
||||
great interest as she returned to the tree, and then began slowly
|
||||
walking down the row.
|
||||
|
||||
At the two-yard peg she faced round, and said, “A pawn goes two squares
|
||||
in its first move, you know. So you'll go #emph[very] quickly through
|
||||
the Third Square---by railway, I should think---and you'll find yourself
|
||||
in the Fourth Square in no time. Well, #emph[that] square belongs to
|
||||
Tweedledum and Tweedledee---the Fifth is mostly water---the Sixth
|
||||
belongs to Humpty Dumpty---But you make no remark?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I---I didn't know I had to make one---just then,” pov/S faltered out.
|
||||
|
||||
“You #emph[should] have said, ‘It's extremely kind of you to tell me all
|
||||
this'---however, we'll suppose it said---the Seventh Square is all
|
||||
forest---however, one of the Knights will show you the way---and in the
|
||||
Eighth Square we shall be Queens together, and it's all feasting and
|
||||
fun!” pov/S got up and curtseyed, and sat down again.
|
||||
|
||||
At the next peg the Queen turned again, and this time she said, “Speak
|
||||
in French when you can't think of the English for a thing---turn out
|
||||
your toes as you walk---and remember who you are!” She did not wait for
|
||||
pov/O to curtsey this time, but walked on quickly to the next peg, where
|
||||
she turned for a moment to say “good-bye,” and then hurried on to the
|
||||
last.
|
||||
|
||||
How it happened, pov/S never knew, but exactly as she came to the last
|
||||
peg, she was gone. Whether she vanished into the air, or whether she ran
|
||||
quickly into the wood (“and she #emph[can] run very fast!” alt/first and
|
||||
second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/), there was no way of
|
||||
guessing, but she was gone, and pov/S began to remember that pov/s was a
|
||||
Pawn, and that it would soon be time for her to move.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,349 @@
|
|||
== The Lion and the Unicorn
|
||||
The next moment soldiers came running through the wood, at first in twos
|
||||
and threes, then ten or twenty together, and at last in such crowds that
|
||||
they seemed to fill the whole forest. Pov/S got behind a tree, for fear
|
||||
of being run over, and watched them go by.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s thought that in all pov/p life pov/s had never seen soldiers so
|
||||
uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping over something or
|
||||
other, and whenever one went down, several more always fell over him, so
|
||||
that the ground was soon covered with little heaps of men.
|
||||
|
||||
Then came the horses. Having four feet, these managed rather better than
|
||||
the foot-soldiers: but even #emph[they] stumbled now and then; and it
|
||||
seemed to be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider
|
||||
fell off instantly. The confusion got worse every moment, and pov/S
|
||||
vrB/be/ very glad to get out of the wood into an open place, where pov/s
|
||||
found the White King seated on the ground, busily writing in his
|
||||
memorandum-book.
|
||||
|
||||
“I've sent them all!” the King cried in a tone of delight, on seeing
|
||||
pov/O. “Did you happen to meet any soldiers, my dear, as you came
|
||||
through the wood?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, I did,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/:
|
||||
“several thousand, I should think.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Four thousand two hundred and seven, that's the exact number,” the King
|
||||
said, referring to his book. “I couldn't send all the horses, you know,
|
||||
because two of them are wanted in the game. And I haven't sent the two
|
||||
Messengers, either. They're both gone to the town. Just look along the
|
||||
road, and tell me if you can see either of them.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I see nobody on the road,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“I only wish #emph[I] had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful
|
||||
tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as
|
||||
much as #emph[I] can do to see real people, by this light!”
|
||||
|
||||
All this was lost on pov/O, who was still looking intently along the
|
||||
road, shading pov/p eyes with one hand. “I see somebody now!” pov/s
|
||||
exclaimed at last. “But he's coming very slowly---and what curious
|
||||
attitudes he goes into!” (For the messenger kept skipping up and down,
|
||||
and wriggling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands spread
|
||||
out like fans on each side.)
|
||||
|
||||
“Not at all,” said the King. “He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger---and those
|
||||
are Anglo-Saxon attitudes. He only does them when he's happy. His name
|
||||
is Haigha.” (He pronounced it so as to rhyme with “mayor.”)
|
||||
|
||||
“I love my love with an H,” pov/S couldn't help beginning, “because he
|
||||
is Happy. I hate him with an H, because he is Hideous. I fed him
|
||||
with---with---with Ham-sandwiches and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he
|
||||
lives---”
|
||||
|
||||
“He lives on the Hill,” the King remarked simply, without the least idea
|
||||
that he was joining in the game, while pov/S vrB/be/ still hesitating
|
||||
for the name of a town beginning with H. “The other Messenger's called
|
||||
Hatta. I must have #emph[two];, you know---to come and go. One to come,
|
||||
and one to go.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I beg your pardon?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“It isn't respectable to beg,” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
“I only meant that I didn't understand,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “Why one to come and one to go?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Didn't I tell you?” the King repeated impatiently. “I must have
|
||||
#emph[two];---to fetch and carry. One to fetch, and one to carry.”
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment the Messenger arrived: he was far too much out of breath
|
||||
to say a word, and could only wave his hands about, and make the most
|
||||
fearful faces at the poor King.
|
||||
|
||||
“This young also/lady loves you with an H,” the King said, introducing
|
||||
pov/O in the hope of turning off the Messenger's attention from
|
||||
himself---but it was no use---the Anglo-Saxon attitudes only got more
|
||||
extraordinary every moment, while the great eyes rolled wildly from side
|
||||
to side.
|
||||
|
||||
“You alarm me!” said the King. “I feel faint---Give me a ham sandwich!”
|
||||
|
||||
On which the Messenger, to pov/P great amusement, opened a bag that hung
|
||||
round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it
|
||||
greedily.
|
||||
|
||||
“Another sandwich!” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
“There's nothing but hay left now,” the Messenger said, peeping into the
|
||||
bag.
|
||||
|
||||
“Hay, then,” the King murmured in a faint whisper.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ glad to see that it revived him a good deal. “There's
|
||||
nothing like eating hay when you're faint,” he remarked to pov/o, as he
|
||||
munched away.
|
||||
|
||||
“I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,” pov/S
|
||||
suggested: “or some sal-volatile.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't say there was nothing #emph[better];,” the King replied. “I
|
||||
said there was nothing #emph[like] it.” Which pov/S did not venture to
|
||||
deny.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who did you pass on the road?” the King went on, holding out his hand
|
||||
to the Messenger for some more hay.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nobody,” said the Messenger.
|
||||
|
||||
“Quite right,” said the King: “this young also/lady saw him too. So of
|
||||
course Nobody walks slower than you.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I do my best,” the Messenger said in a sulky tone. “I'm sure nobody
|
||||
walks much faster than I do!”
|
||||
|
||||
“He can't do that,” said the King, “or else he'd have been here first.
|
||||
However, now you've got your breath, you may tell us what's happened in
|
||||
the town.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll whisper it,” said the Messenger, putting his hands to his mouth in
|
||||
the shape of a trumpet, and stooping so as to get close to the King's
|
||||
ear. Pov/S vrB/be/ sorry for this, as pov/s wanted to hear the news too.
|
||||
However, instead of whispering, he simply shouted at the top of his
|
||||
voice “They're at it again!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you call #emph[that] a whisper?” cried the poor King, jumping up and
|
||||
shaking himself. “If you do such a thing again, I'll have you buttered!
|
||||
It went through and through my head like an earthquake!”
|
||||
|
||||
“It would have to be a very tiny earthquake!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/. “Who are at it again?” pov/s
|
||||
ventured to ask.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why the Lion and the Unicorn, of course,” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
“Fighting for the crown?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, to be sure,” said the King: “and the best of the joke is, that
|
||||
it's #emph[my] crown all the while! Let's run and see them.” And they
|
||||
trotted off, pov/O repeating to pov/r, as pov/s ran, the words of the
|
||||
old song:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/the-lion-and-the-unicorn.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Does---the one---that wins---get the crown?” pov/s asked, as well as
|
||||
pov/s could, for the run was putting pov/o quite out of breath.
|
||||
|
||||
“Dear me, no!” said the King. “What an idea!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Would you---be good enough,” pov/S panted out, after running a little
|
||||
further, “to stop a minute---just to get---one's breath again?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm #emph[good] enough,” the King said, “only I'm not strong enough.
|
||||
You see, a minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to
|
||||
stop a Bandersnatch!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S had no more breath for talking, so they trotted on in silence,
|
||||
till they came in sight of a great crowd, in the middle of which the
|
||||
Lion and Unicorn were fighting. They were in such a cloud of dust, that
|
||||
at first pov/S could not make out which was which: but pov/s soon
|
||||
managed to distinguish the Unicorn by his horn.
|
||||
|
||||
They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other messenger, was
|
||||
standing watching the fight, with a cup of tea in one hand and a piece
|
||||
of bread-and-butter in the other.
|
||||
|
||||
“He's only just out of prison, and he hadn't finished his tea when he
|
||||
was sent in,” Haigha whispered to pov/O: “and they only give them
|
||||
oyster-shells in there---so you see he's very hungry and thirsty. How
|
||||
are you, dear child?” he went on, putting his arm affectionately round
|
||||
Hatta's neck.
|
||||
|
||||
Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread and butter.
|
||||
|
||||
“Were you happy in prison, dear child?” said Haigha.
|
||||
|
||||
Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two trickled down
|
||||
his cheek: but not a word would he say.
|
||||
|
||||
“Speak, can't you!” Haigha cried impatiently. But Hatta only munched
|
||||
away, and drank some more tea.
|
||||
|
||||
“Speak, won't you!” cried the King. “How are they getting on with the
|
||||
fight?”
|
||||
|
||||
Hatta made a desperate effort, and swallowed a large piece of
|
||||
bread-and-butter. “They're getting on very well,” he said in a choking
|
||||
voice: “each of them has been down about eighty-seven times.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then I suppose they'll soon bring the white bread and the brown?” pov/S
|
||||
ventured to remark.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's waiting for 'em now,” said Hatta: “this is a bit of it as I'm
|
||||
eating.”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a pause in the fight just then, and the Lion and the Unicorn
|
||||
sat down, panting, while the King called out “Ten minutes allowed for
|
||||
refreshments!” Haigha and Hatta set to work at once, carrying rough
|
||||
trays of white and brown bread. Pov/S took a piece to taste, but it was
|
||||
#emph[very] dry.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't think they'll fight any more to-day,” the King said to Hatta:
|
||||
“go and order the drums to begin.” And Hatta went bounding away like a
|
||||
grasshopper.
|
||||
|
||||
For a minute or two pov/S stood silent, watching him. Suddenly pov/s
|
||||
brightened up. “Look, look!” pov/s cried, pointing eagerly. “There's the
|
||||
White Queen running across the country! She came flying out of the wood
|
||||
over yonder---How fast those Queens #emph[can] run!”
|
||||
|
||||
“There's some enemy after her, no doubt,” the King said, without even
|
||||
looking round. “That wood's full of them.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But aren't you going to run and help her?” pov/S asked, very much
|
||||
surprised at his taking it so quietly.
|
||||
|
||||
“No use, no use!” said the King. “She runs so fearfully quick. You might
|
||||
as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about
|
||||
her, if you like---She's a dear good creature,” he repeated softly to
|
||||
himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. “Do you spell ‘creature' with
|
||||
a double ‘e'?”
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment the Unicorn sauntered by them, with his hands in his
|
||||
pockets. “I had the best of it this time?” he said to the King, just
|
||||
glancing at him as he passed.
|
||||
|
||||
“A little---a little,” the King replied, rather nervously. “You
|
||||
shouldn't have run him through with your horn, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It didn't hurt him,” the Unicorn said carelessly, and he was going on,
|
||||
when his eye happened to fall upon pov/O: he turned round rather
|
||||
instantly, and stood for some time looking at pov/o with an air of the
|
||||
deepest disgust.
|
||||
|
||||
“What---is---this?” he said at last.
|
||||
|
||||
“This is a child!” Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of pov/O to
|
||||
introduce pov/o, and spreading out both his hands towards pov/o in an
|
||||
Anglo-Saxon attitude. “We only found it to-day. It's as large as life,
|
||||
and twice as natural!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I always thought they were fabulous monsters!” said the Unicorn. “Is it
|
||||
alive?”
|
||||
|
||||
“It can talk,” said Haigha, solemnly.
|
||||
|
||||
The Unicorn looked dreamily at pov/O, and said “Talk, child.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S could not help pov/p lips curling up into a smile as pov/s began:
|
||||
“Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I
|
||||
never saw one alive before!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, now that we #emph[have] seen each other,” said the Unicorn, “if
|
||||
you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, if you like,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come, fetch out the plum-cake, old man!” the Unicorn went on, turning
|
||||
from pov/o to the King. “None of your brown bread for me!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Certainly---certainly!” the King muttered, and beckoned to Haigha.
|
||||
“Open the bag!” he whispered. “Quick! Not that one---that's full of
|
||||
hay!”
|
||||
|
||||
Haigha took a large cake out of the bag, and gave it to pov/O to hold,
|
||||
while he got out a dish and carving-knife. How they all came out of it
|
||||
pov/S couldn't guess. It was just like a conjuring-trick, she thought.
|
||||
|
||||
The Lion had joined them while this was going on: he looked very tired
|
||||
and sleepy, and his eyes were half shut. “What's this!” he said,
|
||||
blinking lazily at pov/O, and speaking in a deep hollow tone that
|
||||
sounded like the tolling of a great bell.
|
||||
|
||||
“Ah, what #emph[is] it, now?” the Unicorn cried eagerly. “You'll never
|
||||
guess! #emph[I] couldn't.”
|
||||
|
||||
The Lion looked at pov/O wearily. “Are you animal---vegetable---or
|
||||
mineral?” he said, yawning at every other word.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a fabulous monster!” the Unicorn cried out, before pov/S could
|
||||
reply.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then hand round the plum-cake, Monster,” the Lion said, lying down and
|
||||
putting his chin on his paws. “And sit down, both of you,” (to the King
|
||||
and the Unicorn): “fair play with the cake, you know!”
|
||||
|
||||
The King was evidently very uncomfortable at having to sit down between
|
||||
the two great creatures; but there was no other place for him.
|
||||
|
||||
“What a fight we might have for the crown, #emph[now];!” the Unicorn
|
||||
said, looking slyly up at the crown, which the poor King was nearly
|
||||
shaking off his head, he trembled so much.
|
||||
|
||||
“I should win easy,” said the Lion.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm not so sure of that,” said the Unicorn.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, I beat you all round the town, you chicken!” the Lion replied
|
||||
angrily, half getting up as he spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
Here the King interrupted, to prevent the quarrel going on: he was very
|
||||
nervous, and his voice quite quivered. “All round the town?” he said.
|
||||
“That's a good long way. Did you go by the old bridge, or the
|
||||
market-place? You get the best view by the old bridge.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure I don't know,” the Lion growled out as he lay down again.
|
||||
“There was too much dust to see anything. What a time the Monster is,
|
||||
cutting up that cake!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S had seated pov/r on the bank of a little brook, with the great
|
||||
dish on pov/p knees, and was sawing away diligently with the knife.
|
||||
“It's very provoking!” pov/s said, in reply to the Lion (she was getting
|
||||
quite used to being called “the Monster”). “I've cut several slices
|
||||
already, but they always join on again!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You don't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes,” the Unicorn
|
||||
remarked. “Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards.”
|
||||
|
||||
This sounded nonsense, but pov/S very obediently got up, and carried the
|
||||
dish round, and the cake divided itself into three pieces as pov/s did
|
||||
so. “#emph[Now] cut it up,” said the Lion, as pov/s returned to pov/p
|
||||
place with the empty dish.
|
||||
|
||||
“I say, this isn't fair!” cried the Unicorn, as pov/S sat with the knife
|
||||
in pov/p hand, very much puzzled how to begin. “The Monster has given
|
||||
the Lion twice as much as me!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s'cut/off first 2/vrn/present/have\/\/ kept none for prn/r,
|
||||
anyhow,” said the Lion. “Do you like plum-cake, Monster?”
|
||||
|
||||
But before pov/S could answer him, the drums began.
|
||||
|
||||
Where the noise came from, pov/s couldn't make out: the air seemed full
|
||||
of it, and it rang through and through pov/p head till pov/s felt quite
|
||||
deafened. Pov/s started to pov/p feet and sprang across the little brook
|
||||
in pov/p terror,
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
and had just time to see the Lion and the Unicorn rise to their feet,
|
||||
with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast, before pov/s
|
||||
dropped to pov/p knees, and put pov/p hands over pov/p ears, vainly
|
||||
trying to shut out the dreadful uproar.
|
||||
|
||||
“If #emph[that] doesn't ‘drum them out of town,'” pov/s thought to
|
||||
pov/r, “nothing ever will!”
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,327 @@
|
|||
== Tweedledum And Tweedledee
|
||||
They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's
|
||||
neck, and pov/S knew which was which in a moment, because one of them
|
||||
had “DUM” embroidered on his collar, and the other “DEE.” “I suppose
|
||||
they've each got ‘TWEEDLE' round at the back of the collar,” pov/s said
|
||||
to pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
They stood so still that pov/s quite forgot they were alive, and pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ just looking round to see if the word ‘TWEEDLE' was written at
|
||||
the back of each collar, when pov/s vrb/be/ startled by a voice coming
|
||||
from the one marked “DUM.”
|
||||
|
||||
“If you think we're wax-works,” he said, “you ought to pay, you know.
|
||||
Wax-works weren't made to be looked at for nothing, nohow!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Contrariwise,” added the one marked “DEE,” “if you think we're alive,
|
||||
you ought to speak.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure I'm very sorry,” was all pov/S could say; for the words of the
|
||||
old song kept ringing through pov/p head like the ticking of a clock,
|
||||
and pov/s could hardly help saying them out loud:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/tweedledum-and-tweedledee.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“I know what you're thinking about,” said Tweedledum: “but it isn't so,
|
||||
nohow.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Contrariwise,” continued Tweedledee, “if it was so, it might be; and if
|
||||
it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I was thinking,” pov/S said very politely, “which is the best way out
|
||||
of this wood: it's getting so dark. Would you tell me, please?”
|
||||
|
||||
But the little men only looked at each other and grinned.
|
||||
|
||||
They looked so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys, that pov/S
|
||||
couldn't help pointing pov/p finger at Tweedledum, and saying “First
|
||||
Boy!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Nohow!” Tweedledum cried out briskly, and shut his mouth up again with
|
||||
a snap.
|
||||
|
||||
“Next Boy!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
passing on to Tweedledee, though pov/s felt quite certain he would only
|
||||
shout out “Contrariwise!” and so he did.
|
||||
|
||||
“You've been wrong!” cried Tweedledum. “The first thing in a visit is to
|
||||
say ‘How d'ye do?' and shake hands!” And here the two brothers gave each
|
||||
other a hug, and then they held out the two hands that were free, to
|
||||
shake hands with pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not like shaking hands with either of them first, for fear of
|
||||
hurting the other one's feelings; so, as the best way out of the
|
||||
difficulty, pov/s took hold of both hands at once: the next moment they
|
||||
were dancing round in a ring. This seemed quite natural (pov/s
|
||||
remembered afterwards), and pov/s vrb/be/ not even surprised to hear
|
||||
music playing: it seemed to come from the tree under which plv/s were
|
||||
dancing, and it was done (as well as pov/s could make it out) by the
|
||||
branches rubbing one across the other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
|
||||
|
||||
“But it certainly #emph[was] funny,” (pov/S said afterwards, when pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ telling pov/p sister the history of all this,) “to find myself
|
||||
singing ‘#emph[Here we go round the mulberry bush];.' I don't know when
|
||||
I began it, but somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long long
|
||||
time!”
|
||||
|
||||
The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. “Four times
|
||||
round is enough for one dance,” Tweedledum panted out, and they left off
|
||||
dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped at the same
|
||||
moment.
|
||||
|
||||
Then they let go of pov/P hands, and stood looking at pov/o for a
|
||||
minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as pov/S didn't know how to
|
||||
begin a conversation with people pov/s had just been dancing with. “It
|
||||
would never do to say ‘How d'ye do?' #emph[now];,” pov/s said to pov/r:
|
||||
“we seem to have got beyond that, somehow!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I hope you're not much tired?” pov/s said at last.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nohow. And thank you #emph[very] much for asking,” said Tweedledum.
|
||||
|
||||
“So #emph[much] obliged!” added Tweedledee. “You like poetry?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Ye-es, pretty well---#emph[some] poetry,” pov/S said doubtfully. “Would
|
||||
you tell me which road leads out of the wood?”
|
||||
|
||||
“What shall I repeat to prn/o?” said Tweedledee, looking round at
|
||||
Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticing pov/P question.
|
||||
|
||||
“‘#emph[The Walrus and the Carpenter];' is the longest,” Tweedledum
|
||||
replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.
|
||||
|
||||
Tweedledee began instantly:
|
||||
|
||||
#quote(block: true)[
|
||||
“The sun was shining---”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
Here pov/S ventured to interrupt him. “If it's #emph[very] long,” pov/s
|
||||
said, as politely as pov/s could, “would you please tell me first which
|
||||
road---”
|
||||
|
||||
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/the-walrus-and-the-carpenter.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“I like the Walrus best,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/: “because you see he was a #emph[little] sorry for the poor
|
||||
oysters.”
|
||||
|
||||
“He ate more than the Carpenter, though,” said Tweedledee. “You see he
|
||||
held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how
|
||||
many he took: contrariwise.”
|
||||
|
||||
“That was mean!” pov/S said indignantly. “Then I like the Carpenter
|
||||
best---if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But he ate as many as he could get,” said Tweedledum.
|
||||
|
||||
This was a puzzler. After a pause, pov/S began, “Well! They were
|
||||
#emph[both] very unpleasant characters---” Here pov/s checked pov/r in
|
||||
some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to pov/o like the puffing
|
||||
of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though pov/s feared it
|
||||
was more likely to be a wild beast. “Are there any lions or tigers about
|
||||
here?” pov/s asked timidly.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's only the Red King snoring,” said Tweedledee.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come and look at him!” the brothers cried, and they each took one of
|
||||
pov/P hands, and led pov/o up to where the King was sleeping.
|
||||
|
||||
“Isn't he a #emph[lovely] sight?” said Tweedledum.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on,
|
||||
with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap,
|
||||
and snoring loud---“fit to snore his head off!” as Tweedledum remarked.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,” alt/first
|
||||
and second or third/pov/S said, being a very thoughtful little
|
||||
prn/n/said pov/S, who was a very thoughtful little girl/.
|
||||
|
||||
“He's dreaming now,” said Tweedledee: “and what do you think he's
|
||||
dreaming about?”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S said “Nobody can guess that.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, about #emph[you];!” Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands
|
||||
triumphantly. “And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
|
||||
suppose you'd be?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Where I am now, of course,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Not you!” Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. “You'd be nowhere. Why,
|
||||
you're only a sort of thing in his dream!”
|
||||
|
||||
“If that there King was to wake,” added Tweedledum, “you'd go
|
||||
out---bang!---just like a candle!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I shouldn't!” pov/S exclaimed indignantly. “Besides, if #emph[I'm] only
|
||||
a sort of thing in his dream, what are #emph[you];, I should like to
|
||||
know?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Ditto” said Tweedledum.
|
||||
|
||||
“Ditto, ditto” cried Tweedledee.
|
||||
|
||||
He shouted this so loud that pov/S couldn't help saying, “Hush! You'll
|
||||
be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, it no use #emph[your] talking about waking him,” said Tweedledum,
|
||||
“when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well
|
||||
you're not real.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I #emph[am] real!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/
|
||||
and began to cry.
|
||||
|
||||
“You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying,” Tweedledee remarked:
|
||||
“there's nothing to cry about.”
|
||||
|
||||
“If I wasn't real,” pov/S said---half-laughing through pov/p tears, it
|
||||
all seemed so ridiculous---“I shouldn't be able to cry.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?” Tweedledum interrupted
|
||||
in a tone of great contempt.
|
||||
|
||||
“I know they're talking nonsense,” pov/S thought to pov/r: “and it's
|
||||
foolish to cry about it.” So pov/s brushed away pov/p tears, and went on
|
||||
as cheerfully as pov/s could. “At any rate I'd better be getting out of
|
||||
the wood, for really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going
|
||||
to rain?”
|
||||
|
||||
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and
|
||||
looked up into it. “No, I don't think it is,” he said: “at least---not
|
||||
under #emph[here];. Nohow.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But it may rain #emph[outside];?”
|
||||
|
||||
“It may---if it chooses,” said Tweedledee: “we've no objection.
|
||||
Contrariwise.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Selfish things!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought
|
||||
pov/S/, and pov/s vrb/be/ just going to say “Good-night” and leave them,
|
||||
when Tweedledum sprang out from under the umbrella and seized pov/o by
|
||||
the wrist.
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you see #emph[that];?” he said, in a voice choking with passion, and
|
||||
his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed with a
|
||||
trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's only a rattle,” pov/S said, after a careful examination of the
|
||||
little white thing. “Not a rattle-#emph[snake];, you know,” pov/s added
|
||||
hastily, thinking that he was frightened: “only an old rattle---quite
|
||||
old and broken.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I knew it was!” cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and
|
||||
tear his hair. “It's spoilt, of course!” Here he looked at Tweedledee,
|
||||
who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself under
|
||||
the umbrella.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S laid pov/p hand upon his arm, and said in a soothing tone, “You
|
||||
needn't be so angry about an old rattle.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But it isn't old!” Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever. “It's
|
||||
new, I tell you---I bought it yesterday---my nice new RATTLE!” and his
|
||||
voice rose to a perfect scream.
|
||||
|
||||
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the umbrella,
|
||||
with himself in it: which was such an extraordinary thing to do, that it
|
||||
quite took off pov/P attention from the angry brother. But he couldn't
|
||||
quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the
|
||||
umbrella, with only his head out: and there he lay, opening and shutting
|
||||
his mouth and his large eyes---“looking more like a fish than anything
|
||||
else,” pov/S thought.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course you agree to have a battle?” Tweedledum said in a calmer
|
||||
tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“I suppose so,” the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the
|
||||
umbrella: “only #emph[prn/s] must help us to dress up, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood, and returned in
|
||||
a minute with their arms full of things---such as bolsters, blankets,
|
||||
hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers and coal-scuttles. “I hope you're
|
||||
a good hand at pinning and tying strings?” Tweedledum remarked. “Every
|
||||
one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S said afterwards pov/s had never seen such a fuss made about
|
||||
anything in all pov/p life---the way those two bustled about---and the
|
||||
quantity of things they put on---and the trouble they gave pov/o in
|
||||
tying strings and fastening buttons---“Really they'll be more like
|
||||
bundles of old clothes than anything else, by the time they're ready!”
|
||||
pov/s said to pov/r, as pov/s arranged a bolster round the neck of
|
||||
Tweedledee, “to keep his head from being cut off,” as he said.
|
||||
|
||||
“You know,” he added very gravely, “it's one of the most serious things
|
||||
that can possibly happen to one in a battle---to get one's head cut
|
||||
off.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S laughed aloud: but pov/s managed to turn it into a cough, for fear
|
||||
of hurting his feelings.
|
||||
|
||||
“Do I look very pale?” said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet
|
||||
tied on. (He #emph[called] it a helmet, though it certainly looked much
|
||||
more like a saucepan.)
|
||||
|
||||
“Well---yes---a #emph[little];,” pov/S replied gently.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm very brave generally,” he went on in a low voice: “only to-day I
|
||||
happen to have a headache.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And #emph[I've] got a toothache!” said Tweedledee, who had overheard
|
||||
the remark. “I'm far worse off than you!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then you'd better not fight to-day,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, thinking it a good opportunity to make
|
||||
peace.
|
||||
|
||||
“We #emph[must] have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on
|
||||
long,” said Tweedledum. “What's the time now?”
|
||||
|
||||
Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said “Half-past four.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Let's fight till six, and then have dinner,” said Tweedledum.
|
||||
|
||||
“Very well,” the other said, rather sadly: “and #emph[prn/s] can watch
|
||||
us---only you'd better not come #emph[very] close,” he added: “I
|
||||
generally hit everything I can see---when I get really excited.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And #emph[I] hit everything within reach,” cried Tweedledum, “whether I
|
||||
can see it or not!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S laughed. “You must hit the #emph[trees] pretty often, I should
|
||||
think,” pov/s said.
|
||||
|
||||
Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. “I don't suppose,”
|
||||
he said, “there'll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, by
|
||||
the time we've finished!”
|
||||
|
||||
“And all about a rattle!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, still hoping to make them a #emph[little] ashamed of fighting
|
||||
for such a trifle.
|
||||
|
||||
“I shouldn't have minded it so much,” said Tweedledum, “if it hadn't
|
||||
been a new one.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish the monstrous crow would come!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“There's only one sword, you know,” Tweedledum said to his brother: “but
|
||||
you can have the umbrella---it's quite as sharp. Only we must begin
|
||||
quick. It's getting as dark as it can.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And darker,” said Tweedledee.
|
||||
|
||||
It was getting dark so suddenly that pov/S thought there must be a
|
||||
thunderstorm coming on. “What a thick black cloud that is!” pov/s said.
|
||||
“And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's the crow!” Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm: and
|
||||
the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree.
|
||||
“It can never get at me #emph[here];,” pov/s thought: “it's far too
|
||||
large to squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap
|
||||
its wings so---it makes quite a hurricane in the wood---here's
|
||||
somebody's shawl being blown away!”
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,2 @@
|
|||
== Waking
|
||||
---and it really #emph[was] a kitten, after all.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,67 @@
|
|||
== Which Dreamed it?
|
||||
“Your majesty shouldn't purr so loud,” pov/S said, rubbing her eyes, and
|
||||
addressing the kitten, respectfully, yet with some severity. “You woke
|
||||
me out of oh! such a nice dream! And you've been along with me,
|
||||
Kitty---all through the Looking-Glass world. Did you know it, dear?”
|
||||
|
||||
It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (pov/S had once made the
|
||||
remark) that, whatever you say to them, they #emph[always] purr. “If
|
||||
they would only purr for ‘yes' and mew for ‘no,' or any rule of that
|
||||
sort,” pov/s had said, “so that one could keep up a conversation! But
|
||||
how #emph[can] you talk with a person if they always say the same
|
||||
thing?”
|
||||
|
||||
On this occasion the kitten only purred: and it was impossible to guess
|
||||
whether it meant “yes” or “no.”
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/S hunted among the chessmen on the table till pov/s had found the
|
||||
Red Queen: then pov/s went down on pov/p knees on the hearth-rug, and
|
||||
put the kitten and the Queen to look at each other. “Now, Kitty!” pov/s
|
||||
cried, clapping pov/p hands triumphantly. “Confess that was what you
|
||||
turned into!”
|
||||
|
||||
(“But it wouldn't look at it,” pov/s said, when pov/s vrb/be/ explaining
|
||||
the thing afterwards to pov/p sister: “it turned away its head, and
|
||||
pretended not to see it: but it looked a #emph[little] ashamed of
|
||||
itself, so I think it #emph[must] have been the Red Queen.”)
|
||||
|
||||
“Sit up a little more stiffly, dear!” pov/S cried with a merry laugh.
|
||||
“And curtsey while you're thinking what to---what to purr. It saves
|
||||
time, remember!” And pov/s caught it up and gave it one little kiss,
|
||||
“just in honour of having been a Red Queen.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Snowdrop, my pet!” pov/s went on, looking over pov/p shoulder at the
|
||||
White Kitten, which was still patiently undergoing its toilet, “when
|
||||
#emph[will] Dinah have finished with your White Majesty, I wonder? That
|
||||
must be the reason you were so untidy in my dream---Dinah! do you know
|
||||
that you're scrubbing a White Queen? Really, it's most disrespectful of
|
||||
you!
|
||||
|
||||
“And what did #emph[Dinah] turn to, I wonder?” pov/s prattled on, as
|
||||
pov/s settled comfortably down, with one elbow in the rug, and pov/p
|
||||
chin in her hand, to watch the kittens. “Tell me, Dinah, did you turn to
|
||||
Humpty Dumpty? I #emph[think] you did---however, you'd better not
|
||||
mention it to your friends just yet, for I'm not sure.
|
||||
|
||||
“By the way, Kitty, if only you'd been really with me in my dream, there
|
||||
was one thing you #emph[would] have enjoyed---I had such a quantity of
|
||||
poetry said to me, all about fishes! To-morrow morning you shall have a
|
||||
real treat. All the time you're eating your breakfast, I'll repeat ‘The
|
||||
Walrus and the Carpenter' to you; and then you can make believe it's
|
||||
oysters, dear!
|
||||
|
||||
“Now, Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a
|
||||
serious question, my dear, and you should #emph[not] go on licking your
|
||||
paw like that---as if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see,
|
||||
Kitty, it #emph[must] have been either me or the Red King. He was part
|
||||
of my dream, of course---but then I was part of his dream, too!
|
||||
#emph[Was] it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you
|
||||
ought to know---Oh, Kitty, #emph[do] help to settle it! I'm sure your
|
||||
paw can wait!” But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and
|
||||
pretended it hadn't heard the question.
|
||||
|
||||
Which do #emph[you] think it was?
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/a-boat-beneath-a-sunny-sky.typ"
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,406 @@
|
|||
== Wool and Water
|
||||
Pov/s caught the shawl as pov/s spoke, and looked about for the owner:
|
||||
in another moment the White Queen came running wildly through the wood,
|
||||
with both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and pov/S very
|
||||
civilly went to meet her with the shawl.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm very glad I happened to be in the way,” pov/S said, as pov/s helped
|
||||
her to put on her shawl again.
|
||||
|
||||
The White Queen only looked at pov/o in a helpless frightened sort of
|
||||
way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herself that sounded
|
||||
like “bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter,” and pov/S felt that if there
|
||||
was to be any conversation at all, pov/s must manage it pov/r. So pov/s
|
||||
began rather timidly: “Am I addressing the White Queen?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing,” The Queen said. “It isn't
|
||||
#emph[my] notion of the thing, at all.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought it would never do to have an argument at the very
|
||||
beginning of their conversation, so pov/s smiled and said, “If your
|
||||
Majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I'll do it as well as
|
||||
I can.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But I don't want it done at all!” groaned the poor Queen. “I've been
|
||||
a-dressing myself for the last two hours.”
|
||||
|
||||
It would have been all the better, as it seemed to pov/O, if pov/s had
|
||||
got some one else to dress her, she was so dreadfully untidy. “Every
|
||||
single thing's crooked,” pov/S thought to pov/r, “and she's all over
|
||||
pins!---may I put your shawl straight for you?” pov/s added aloud.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know what's the matter with it!” the Queen said, in a
|
||||
melancholy voice. “It's out of temper, I think. I've pinned it here, and
|
||||
I've pinned it there, but there's no pleasing it!”
|
||||
|
||||
“It #emph[can't] go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side,”
|
||||
pov/S said, as pov/s gently put it right for her; “and, dear me, what a
|
||||
state your hair is in!”
|
||||
|
||||
“The brush has got entangled in it!” the Queen said with a sigh. “And I
|
||||
lost the comb yesterday.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S carefully released the brush, and did pov/p best to get the hair
|
||||
into order. “Come, you look rather better now!” pov/s said, after
|
||||
altering most of the pins. “But really you should have a lady's maid!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure!” the Queen said. “Twopence a
|
||||
week, and jam every other day.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S couldn't help laughing, as pov/s said, “I don't want you to hire
|
||||
#emph[me];---and I don't care for jam.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's very good jam,” said the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I don't want any #emph[to-day];, at any rate.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You couldn't have it if you #emph[did] want it,” the Queen said. “The
|
||||
rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday---but never jam to-day.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It #emph[must] come sometimes to ‘jam to-day,'” pov/S objected.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, it can't,” said the Queen. “It's jam every #emph[other] day: to-day
|
||||
isn't any #emph[other] day, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't understand you,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/. “It's dreadfully confusing!”
|
||||
|
||||
“That's the effect of living backwards,” the Queen said kindly: “it
|
||||
always makes one a little giddy at first---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Living backwards!” pov/S repeated in great astonishment. “I never heard
|
||||
of such a thing!”
|
||||
|
||||
“---but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both
|
||||
ways.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure #emph[mine] only works one way,” pov/S remarked. “I can't
|
||||
remember things before they happen.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,” the Queen
|
||||
remarked.
|
||||
|
||||
“What sort of things do #emph[you] remember best?” pov/S ventured to
|
||||
ask.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, things that happened the week after next,” the Queen replied in a
|
||||
careless tone. “For instance, now,” she went on, sticking a large piece
|
||||
of plaster on her finger as she spoke, “there's the King's Messenger.
|
||||
He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn't even begin
|
||||
till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Suppose he never commits the crime?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“That would be all the better, wouldn't it?” the Queen said, as she
|
||||
bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S felt there was no denying #emph[that];. “Of course it would be all
|
||||
the better,” pov/s said: “but it wouldn't be all the better his being
|
||||
punished.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You're wrong #emph[there];, at any rate,” said the Queen: “were
|
||||
#emph[you] ever punished?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Only for faults,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“And you were all the better for it, I know!” the Queen said
|
||||
triumphantly.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, but then I #emph[had] done the things I was punished for,”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/: “that makes all
|
||||
the difference.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But if you #emph[hadn't] done them,” the Queen said, “that would have
|
||||
been better still; better, and better, and better!” Her voice went
|
||||
higher with each “better,” till it got quite to a squeak at last.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ just beginning to say “There's a mistake somewhere---,”
|
||||
when the Queen began screaming so loud that pov/s had to leave the
|
||||
sentence unfinished. “Oh, oh, oh!” shouted the Queen, shaking her hand
|
||||
about as if she wanted to shake it off. “My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh,
|
||||
oh, oh!”
|
||||
|
||||
Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine, that
|
||||
pov/S had to hold both pov/p hands over pov/p ears.
|
||||
|
||||
“What #emph[is] the matter?” pov/s said, as soon as there was a chance
|
||||
of making pov/r heard. “Have you pricked your finger?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I haven't pricked it #emph[yet];,” the Queen said, “but I soon
|
||||
shall---oh, oh, oh!”
|
||||
|
||||
“When do you expect to do it?” pov/S asked, feeling very much inclined
|
||||
to laugh.
|
||||
|
||||
“When I fasten my shawl again,” the poor Queen groaned out: “the brooch
|
||||
will come undone directly. Oh, oh!” As she said the words the brooch
|
||||
flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it
|
||||
again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Take care!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried pov/S/.
|
||||
“You're holding it all crooked!” And pov/s caught at the brooch; but it
|
||||
was too late: the pin had slipped, and the Queen had pricked her finger.
|
||||
|
||||
“That accounts for the bleeding, you see,” she said to pov/O with a
|
||||
smile. “Now you understand the way things happen here.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But why don't you scream now?” pov/S asked, holding pov/p hands ready
|
||||
to put over pov/p ears again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, I've done all the screaming already,” said the Queen. “What would
|
||||
be the good of having it all over again?”
|
||||
|
||||
By this time it was getting light. “The crow must have flown away, I
|
||||
think,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/: “I'm so
|
||||
glad it's gone. I thought it was the night coming on.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish #emph[I] could manage to be glad!” the Queen said. “Only I never
|
||||
can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and
|
||||
being glad whenever you like!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Only it is so #emph[very] lonely here!” pov/S said in a melancholy
|
||||
voice; and at the thought of pov/p loneliness two large tears came
|
||||
rolling down pov/p cheeks.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, don't go on like that!” cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in
|
||||
despair. “Consider what a great prn/n you are. Consider what a long way
|
||||
you've come to-day. Consider what o'clock it is. Consider anything, only
|
||||
don't cry!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of pov/p tears.
|
||||
“Can #emph[you] keep from crying by considering things?” pov/s asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's the way it's done,” the Queen said with great decision: “nobody
|
||||
can do two things at once, you know. Let's consider your age to begin
|
||||
with---how old are you?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm seven and a half exactly.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You needn't say ‘exactually,'” the Queen remarked: “I can believe it
|
||||
without that. Now I'll give #emph[you] something to believe. I'm just
|
||||
one hundred and one, five months and a day.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I can't believe #emph[that];!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Can't you?” the Queen said in a pitying tone. “Try again: draw a long
|
||||
breath, and shut your eyes.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S laughed. “There's no use trying,” pov/s said: “one #emph[can't]
|
||||
believe impossible things.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I daresay you haven't had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was
|
||||
your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've
|
||||
believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes
|
||||
the shawl again!”
|
||||
|
||||
The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sudden gust of wind blew
|
||||
the Queen's shawl across a little brook. The Queen spread out her arms
|
||||
again, and went flying after it, and this time she succeeded in catching
|
||||
it for herself. “I've got it!” she cried in a triumphant tone. “Now you
|
||||
shall see me pin it on again, all by myself!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then I hope your finger is better now?” pov/S said very politely, as
|
||||
pov/s crossed the little brook after the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, much better!” cried the Queen, her voice rising to a squeak as she
|
||||
went on. “Much be-etter! Be-etter! Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh!” The last
|
||||
word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep that pov/S quite started.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself
|
||||
up in wool. Pov/S rubbed pov/p eyes, and looked again. Pov/s couldn't
|
||||
make out what had happened at all. Was pov/s in a shop? And was that
|
||||
really---was it really a #emph[sheep] that was sitting on the other side
|
||||
of the counter? Rub as pov/s could, pov/s could make nothing more of it:
|
||||
pov/s was in a little dark shop, leaning with pov/p elbows on the
|
||||
counter, and opposite to pov/o was an old Sheep, sitting in an arm-chair
|
||||
knitting, and every now and then leaving off to look at pov/o through a
|
||||
great pair of spectacles.
|
||||
|
||||
“What is it you want to buy?” the Sheep said at last, looking up for a
|
||||
moment from her knitting.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't #emph[quite] know yet,” pov/S said, very gently. “I should like
|
||||
to look all round me first, if I might.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like,” said the
|
||||
Sheep: “but you can't look #emph[all] round you---unless you've got eyes
|
||||
at the back of your head.”
|
||||
|
||||
But these, as it happened, pov/S had #emph[not] got: so pov/s contented
|
||||
pov/r with turning round, looking at the shelves as pov/s came to them.
|
||||
|
||||
The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things---but the
|
||||
oddest part of it all was, that whenever pov/s looked hard at any shelf,
|
||||
to make out exactly what it had on it, that particular shelf was always
|
||||
quite empty: though the others round it were crowded as full as they
|
||||
could hold.
|
||||
|
||||
“Things flow about so here!” pov/s said at last in a plaintive tone,
|
||||
after pov/s had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a large bright
|
||||
thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a work-box,
|
||||
and was always in the shelf next above the one pov/s vrb/be/ looking at.
|
||||
“And this one is the most provoking of all---but I'll tell you what---”
|
||||
pov/s added, as a sudden thought struck pov/o, “I'll follow it up to the
|
||||
very top shelf of all. It'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling, I
|
||||
expect!”
|
||||
|
||||
But even this plan failed: the “thing” went through the ceiling as
|
||||
quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.
|
||||
|
||||
“Are you a child or a teetotum?” the Sheep said, as she took up another
|
||||
pair of needles. “You'll make me giddy soon, if you go on turning round
|
||||
like that.” She was now working with fourteen pairs at once, and pov/S
|
||||
couldn't help looking at her in great astonishment.
|
||||
|
||||
“How #emph[can] she knit with so many?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought to pov/r, puzzled/the puzzled child thought to
|
||||
pov/r/. “She gets more and more like a porcupine every minute!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Can you row?” the Sheep asked, handing pov/o a pair of knitting-needles
|
||||
as she spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, a little---but not on land---and not with needles---” pov/S
|
||||
vrB/be/ beginning to say, when suddenly the needles turned into oars in
|
||||
pov/p hands, and pov/s found they were in a little boat, gliding along
|
||||
between banks: so there was nothing for it but to do pov/p best.
|
||||
|
||||
“Feather!” cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of needles.
|
||||
|
||||
This didn't sound like a remark that needed any answer, so pov/S said
|
||||
nothing, but pulled away. There was something very queer about the
|
||||
water, pov/s thought, as every now and then the oars got fast in it, and
|
||||
would hardly come out again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Feather! Feather!” the Sheep cried again, taking more needles. “You'll
|
||||
be catching a crab directly.”
|
||||
|
||||
“A dear little crab!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/. “I should like that.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Didn't you hear me say ‘Feather'?” the Sheep cried angrily, taking up
|
||||
quite a bunch of needles.
|
||||
|
||||
“Indeed I did,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/:
|
||||
“you've said it very often---and very loud. Please, where #emph[are] the
|
||||
crabs?”
|
||||
|
||||
“In the water, of course!” said the Sheep, sticking some of the needles
|
||||
into her hair, as her hands were full. “Feather, I say!”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[Why] do you say ‘feather' so often?” pov/S asked at last, rather
|
||||
vexed. “I'm not a bird!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You are,” said the Sheep: “you're a little goose.”
|
||||
|
||||
This offended pov/S a little, so there was no more conversation for a
|
||||
minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes among beds of
|
||||
weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse then ever),
|
||||
and sometimes under trees, but always with the same tall river-banks
|
||||
frowning over their heads.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, please! There are some scented rushes!” pov/S cried in a sudden
|
||||
transport of delight. “There really are---and #emph[such] beauties!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You needn't say ‘please' to #emph[me] about 'em,” the Sheep said,
|
||||
without looking up from her knitting: “I didn't put 'em there, and I'm
|
||||
not going to take 'em away.”
|
||||
|
||||
“No, but I meant---please, may we wait and pick some?” pov/S pleaded.
|
||||
“If you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute.”
|
||||
|
||||
“How am #emph[I] to stop it?” said the Sheep. “If you leave off rowing,
|
||||
it'll stop of itself.”
|
||||
|
||||
So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it
|
||||
glided gently in among the waving rushes. And then the little sleeves
|
||||
were carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep
|
||||
to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking them off---and
|
||||
for a while pov/S forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting, as pov/s
|
||||
bent over the side of the boat, with just the ends of pov/p tangled hair
|
||||
dipping into the water---while with bright eager eyes pov/s caught at
|
||||
one bunch after another of the darling scented rushes.
|
||||
|
||||
“I only hope the boat won't tipple over!” pov/s said to pov/r. “Oh,
|
||||
#emph[what] a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite reach it.” And it
|
||||
certainly #emph[did] seem a little provoking (“almost as if it happened
|
||||
on purpose,” pov/s thought) that, though pov/s managed to pick plenty of
|
||||
beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely
|
||||
one that pov/s couldn't reach.
|
||||
|
||||
“The prettiest are always further!” pov/s said at last, with a sigh at
|
||||
the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off, as, with flushed
|
||||
cheeks and dripping hair and hands, pov/s scrambled back into pov/p
|
||||
place, and began to arrange pov/p new-found treasures.
|
||||
|
||||
What mattered it to pov/o just then that the rushes had begun to fade,
|
||||
and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that pov/s
|
||||
picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little
|
||||
while---and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as
|
||||
they lay in heaps at her feet---but pov/S hardly noticed this, there
|
||||
were so many other curious things to think about.
|
||||
|
||||
They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one of the oars got
|
||||
fast in the water and #emph[wouldn't] come out again (so pov/S explained
|
||||
it afterwards), and the consequence was that the handle of it caught
|
||||
pov/o under the chin, and, in spite of a series of little shrieks of
|
||||
“Oh, oh, oh!” from alt/first and second or third/pov/S/poor pov/S/, it
|
||||
swept pov/o straight off the seat, and down among the heap of rushes.
|
||||
|
||||
However, pov/s vrb/be/n't hurt, and was soon up again: the Sheep went on
|
||||
with her knitting all the while, just as if nothing had happened. “That
|
||||
was a nice crab you caught!” she remarked, as pov/S got back into pov/p
|
||||
place, very much relieved to find pov/r still in the boat.
|
||||
|
||||
“Was it? I didn't see it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, peeping cautiously over the side of the boat into the dark
|
||||
water. “I wish it hadn't let go---I should so like to see a little crab
|
||||
to take home with me!” But the Sheep only laughed scornfully, and went
|
||||
on with her knitting.
|
||||
|
||||
“Are there many crabs here?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Crabs, and all sorts of things,” said the Sheep: “plenty of choice,
|
||||
only make up your mind. Now, what #emph[do] you want to buy?”
|
||||
|
||||
“To buy!” pov/S echoed in a tone that was half astonished and half
|
||||
frightened---for the oars, and the boat, and the river, had vanished all
|
||||
in a moment, and pov/s vrb/be/ back again in the little dark shop.
|
||||
|
||||
“I should like to buy an egg, please,” pov/s said timidly. “How do you
|
||||
sell them?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Fivepence farthing for one---Twopence for two,” the Sheep replied.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then two are cheaper than one?” pov/S said in a surprised tone, taking
|
||||
out pov/p purse.
|
||||
|
||||
“Only you #emph[must] eat them both, if you buy two,” said the Sheep.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then I'll have #emph[one];, please,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, as pov/s put the money down on the
|
||||
counter. For pov/s thought to pov/r, “They mightn't be at all nice, you
|
||||
know.”
|
||||
|
||||
The Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box: then she said “I
|
||||
never put things into people's hands---that would never do---you must
|
||||
get it for yourself.” And so saying, she went off to the other end of
|
||||
the shop, and set the egg upright on a shelf.
|
||||
|
||||
“I wonder #emph[why] it wouldn't do?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/, as pov/s groped pov/p way among the
|
||||
tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the end. “The egg
|
||||
seems to get further away the more I walk towards it. Let me see, is
|
||||
this a chair? Why, it's got branches, I declare! How very odd to find
|
||||
trees growing here! And actually here's a little brook! Well, this is
|
||||
the very queerest shop I ever saw!”
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s went on, wondering more and more at every step, as everything
|
||||
turned into a tree the moment pov/s came up to it, and pov/s quite
|
||||
expected the egg to do the same.
|
||||
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|
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|
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- format the poems
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- back cover styling
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- add fun pages for each book title
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- add in italics and symbols
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- pretty up spiral implementations
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- draw intermission pictures
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- "drink me" bottle
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- "eat me" cake
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- caterpilar's mushorrom
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- page number separators (right/left)
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- waking up
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- generate the cover
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