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 #format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/who-stole-the-tarts.typ")
 #format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/yns-evidence.typ")
 
+#format.insert([= Through the Looking-Glass, and What Y/n Found There<through-the-looking-glass>])
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/poems/epigraph.typ")
 #format.insert-outline(<through-the-looking-glass>)
-#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/looking-glass-house.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/the-garden-of-live-flowers.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/looking-glass-insects.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/tweedledum-and-tweedledee.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/wool-and-water.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/humpty-dumpty.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/the-lion-and-the-unicorn.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/its-my-own-invention.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/queen-yn.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/shaking.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/waking.typ")
+#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass/which-dreamed-it.typ")
 
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through-the-looking-glass.typ

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-= Y/n Through the Looking-Glass <through-the-looking-glass>
-
-== Ch 1
-
-#lorem(50)
-
-== Ch 2
-
-#lorem(100)
-
-== Ch 3
-
-#lorem(25)

through-the-looking-glass/humpty-dumpty.typ

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+== Humpty Dumpty
+However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human:
+when pov/s had come within a few yards of it, pov/s saw that it had eyes
+and a nose and mouth; and when pov/s had come close to it, pov/s saw
+clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. “It can't be anybody else!”
+pov/s said to pov/r. “I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written
+all over his face.”
+
+It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous
+face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting with his legs crossed, like a Turk, on
+the top of a high wall---such a narrow one that pov/S quite wondered how
+he could keep his balance---and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the
+opposite direction, and he didn't take the least notice of pov/o, pov/s
+thought he must be a stuffed figure after all.
+
+“And how exactly like an egg he is!” pov/s said aloud, standing with
+pov/p hands ready to catch him, for pov/s vrb/be/ every moment expecting
+him to fall.
+
+“It's #emph[very] provoking,” Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence,
+looking away from pov/O as he spoke, “to be called an
+egg---#emph[Very!];”
+
+“I said you #emph[looked] like an egg, Sir,” pov/S gently explained.
+“And some eggs are very pretty, you know” pov/s added, hoping to turn
+her remark into a sort of a compliment.
+
+“Some people,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from pov/o as usual,
+“have no more sense than a baby!”
+
+Pov/S didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like
+conversation, pov/s thought, as he never said anything to #emph[pov/o];;
+in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree---so pov/s
+stood and softly repeated to pov/r:---
+
+#include "poems/humpty-dumpty.typ"
+
+“That last line is much too long for the poetry,” pov/s added, almost
+out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear pov/o.
+
+“Don't stand there chattering to yourself like that,” Humpty Dumpty
+said, looking at pov/o for the first time, “but tell me your name and
+your business.”
+
+“My #emph[name] is Y/n, but---”
+
+“It's a stupid enough name!” Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently.
+“What does it mean?”
+
+“#emph[Must] a name mean something?” pov/S asked doubtfully.
+
+“Of course it must,” Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: “#emph[my]
+name means the shape I am---and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a
+name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.”
+
+“Why do you sit out here all alone?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
+said/said pov/S/, not wishing to begin an argument.
+
+“Why, because there's nobody with me!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “Did you
+think I didn't know the answer to #emph[that];? Ask another.”
+
+“Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?” pov/S went on, not
+with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in pov/p good-natured
+anxiety for the queer creature. “That wall is so #emph[very] narrow!”
+
+“What tremendously easy riddles you ask!” Humpty Dumpty growled out. “Of
+course I don't think so! Why, if ever I #emph[did] fall off---which
+there's no chance of---but #emph[if] I did---” Here he pursed his lips
+and looked so solemn and grand that pov/S could hardly help laughing.
+“#emph[If] I did fall,” he went on, “#emph[The King has promised
+me---with his very own mouth];---to---to---”
+
+“To send all his horses and all his men,” pov/S interrupted, rather
+unwisely.
+
+“Now I declare that's too bad!” Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a
+sudden passion. “You've been listening at doors---and behind trees---and
+down chimneys---or you couldn't have known it!”
+
+“I haven't, indeed!” pov/S said very gently. “It's in a book.”
+
+“Ah, well! They may write such things in a #emph[book];,” Humpty Dumpty
+said in a calmer tone. “That's what you call a History of England, that
+is. Now, take a good look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a King,
+#emph[I] am: mayhap you'll never see such another: and to show you I'm
+not proud, you may shake hands with me!” And he grinned almost from ear
+to ear, as he leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell off the
+wall in doing so) and offered pov/O his hand. Pov/s watched him a little
+anxiously as pov/s took it. “If he smiled much more, the ends of his
+mouth might meet behind,” pov/s thought: “and then I don't know what
+would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!”
+
+“Yes, all his horses and all his men,” Humpty Dumpty went on. “They'd
+pick me up again in a minute, #emph[they] would! However, this
+conversation is going on a little too fast: let's go back to the last
+remark but one.”
+
+“I'm afraid I can't quite remember it,” pov/S said very politely.
+
+“In that case we start fresh,” said Humpty Dumpty, “and it's my turn to
+choose a subject---” (“He talks about it just as if it was a game!”
+alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.) “So here's
+a question for you. How old did you say you were?”
+
+Pov/S made a short calculation, and said “Seven years and six months.”
+
+“Wrong!” Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. “You never said a word
+like it!”
+
+“I though you meant ‘How old #emph[are] you?'” pov/S explained.
+
+“If I'd meant that, I'd have said it,” said Humpty Dumpty.
+
+Pov/S didn't want to begin another argument, so pov/s said nothing.
+
+“Seven years and six months!” Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. “An
+uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked #emph[my] advice, I'd have
+said ‘Leave off at seven'---but it's too late now.”
+
+“I never ask advice about growing,” pov/S said indignantly.
+
+“Too proud?” the other inquired.
+
+Pov/S felt even more indignant at this suggestion. “I mean,” pov/s said,
+“that one can't help growing older.”
+
+“#emph[One] can't, perhaps,” said Humpty Dumpty, “but #emph[two] can.
+With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.”
+
+“What a beautiful belt you've got on!” pov/S suddenly remarked.
+
+(They had had quite enough of the subject of age, pov/s thought: and if
+they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was pov/p turn
+now.) “At least,” she corrected pov/r on second thoughts, “a beautiful
+cravat, I should have said---no, a belt, I mean---I beg your pardon!”
+pov/s added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and
+pov/s began to wish pov/s hadn't chosen that subject. “If I only knew,”
+pov/s thought to pov/r, “which was neck and which was waist!”
+
+Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a
+minute or two. When he #emph[did] speak again, it was in a deep growl.
+
+“It is a---#emph[most---provoking];---thing,” he said at last, “when a
+person doesn't know a cravat from a belt!”
+
+“I know it's very ignorant of me,” pov/S said, in so humble a tone that
+Humpty Dumpty relented.
+
+“It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It's a present
+from the White King and Queen. There now!”
+
+“Is it really?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
+quite pleased to find that pov/s #emph[had] chosen a good subject, after
+all.
+
+“They gave it me,” Humpty Dumpty continued thoughtfully, as he crossed
+one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, “they gave it
+me---for an un-birthday present.”
+
+“I beg your pardon?” pov/S said with a puzzled air.
+
+“I'm not offended,” said Humpty Dumpty.
+
+“I mean, what #emph[is] an un-birthday present?”
+
+“A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course.”
+
+Pov/S considered a little. “I like birthday presents best,” pov/s said
+at last.
+
+“You don't know what you're talking about!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “How
+many days are there in a year?”
+
+“Three hundred and sixty-five,” said pov/S.
+
+“And how many birthdays have you?”
+
+“One.”
+
+“And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five, what remains?”
+
+“Three hundred and sixty-four, of course.”
+
+Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. “I'd rather see that done on paper,” he
+said.
+
+Pov/S couldn't help smiling as pov/s took out pov/p memorandum-book, and
+worked the sum for him:
+
+#include "poems/365-minus-1.typ"
+
+Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked at it carefully. “That seems to
+be done right---” he began.
+
+“You're holding it upside down!” pov/S interrupted.
+
+“To be sure I was!” Humpty Dumpty said gaily, as pov/s turned it round
+for him. “I thought it looked a little queer. As I was saying, that
+#emph[seems] to be done right---though I haven't time to look it over
+thoroughly just now---and that shows that there are three hundred and
+sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents---”
+
+“Certainly,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
+
+“And only #emph[one] for birthday presents, you know. There's glory for
+you!”
+
+“I don't know what you mean by ‘glory,'” pov/S said.
+
+Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. “Of course you don't---till I tell
+you. I meant ‘there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'”
+
+“But ‘glory' doesn't mean ‘a nice knock-down argument,'” pov/S objected.
+
+“When #emph[I] use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful
+tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean---neither more nor less.”
+
+“The question is,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
+“whether you #emph[can] make words mean so many different things.”
+
+“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master---that's
+all.”
+
+Pov/S was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty
+Dumpty began again. “They've a temper, some of them---particularly
+verbs, they're the proudest---adjectives you can do anything with, but
+not verbs---however, #emph[I] can manage the whole lot of them!
+Impenetrability! That's what #emph[I] say!”
+
+“Would you tell me, please,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
+said/said pov/S/ “what that means?”
+
+“Now you talk like a reasonable child,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking very
+much pleased. “I meant by ‘impenetrability' that we've had enough of
+that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you
+mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest
+of your life.”
+
+“That's a great deal to make one word mean,” pov/S said in a thoughtful
+tone.
+
+“When I make a word do a lot of work like that,” said Humpty Dumpty, “I
+always pay it extra.”
+
+“Oh!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. Pov/s
+vrb/be/ too much puzzled to make any other remark.
+
+“Ah, you should see 'em come round me of a Saturday night,” Humpty
+Dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side: “for to get
+their wages, you know.”
+
+(Pov/S didn't venture to ask what he paid them with; and so you see I
+can't tell #emph[you];.)
+
+“You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir,” alt/first and second or
+third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “Would you kindly tell me the meaning of
+the poem called ‘Jabberwocky'?”
+
+“Let's hear it,” said Humpty Dumpty. “I can explain all the poems that
+were ever invented---and a good many that haven't been invented just
+yet.”
+
+This sounded very hopeful, so pov/S repeated the first verse:
+
+#include "poems/jabberwocky-explained.typ"
+
+“That's enough to begin with,” Humpty Dumpty interrupted: “there are
+plenty of hard words there. ‘#emph[Brillig];' means four o'clock in the
+afternoon---the time when you begin #emph[broiling] things for dinner.”
+
+“That'll do very well,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
+pov/S/: “and ‘#emph[slithy];'?”
+
+“Well, ‘#emph[slithy];' means ‘lithe and slimy.' ‘Lithe' is the same as
+‘active.' You see it's like a portmanteau---there are two meanings
+packed up into one word.”
+
+“I see it now,” pov/S remarked thoughtfully: “and what are
+‘#emph[toves];'?”
+
+“Well, ‘#emph[toves];' are something like badgers---they're something
+like lizards---and they're something like corkscrews.”
+
+“They must be very curious looking creatures.”
+
+“They are that,” said Humpty Dumpty: “also they make their nests under
+sun-dials---also they live on cheese.”
+
+“And what's the ‘#emph[gyre];' and to ‘#emph[gimble];'?”
+
+“To ‘#emph[gyre];' is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To
+‘#emph[gimble];' is to make holes like a gimlet.”
+
+“And ‘#emph[the wabe];' is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?”
+alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, surprised at pov/p
+own ingenuity.
+
+“Of course it is. It's called ‘#emph[wabe];,' you know, because it goes
+a long way before it, and a long way behind it---”
+
+“And a long way beyond it on each side,” pov/S added.
+
+“Exactly so. Well, then, ‘#emph[mimsy];' is ‘flimsy and miserable'
+(there's another portmanteau for you). And a ‘#emph[borogove];' is a
+thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all
+round---something like a live mop.”
+
+“And then ‘#emph[mome raths];'?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
+said/said pov/S/. “I'm afraid I'm giving you a great deal of trouble.”
+
+“Well, a ‘#emph[rath];' is a sort of green pig: but ‘#emph[mome];' I'm
+not certain about. I think it's short for ‘from home'---meaning that
+they'd lost their way, you know.”
+
+“And what does ‘#emph[outgrabe];' mean?”
+
+“Well, ‘#emph[outgrabing];' is something between bellowing and
+whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you'll hear it
+done, maybe---down in the wood yonder---and when you've once heard it
+you'll be #emph[quite] content. Who's been repeating all that hard stuff
+to you?”
+
+“I read it in a book,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
+pov/S/. “But I had some poetry repeated to me, much easier than that,
+by---Tweedledee, I think it was.”
+
+“As to poetry, you know,” said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his
+great hands, “#emph[I] can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it
+comes to that---”
+
+“Oh, it needn't come to that!” pov/S hastily said, hoping to keep him
+from beginning.
+
+“The piece I'm going to repeat,” he went on without noticing her remark,
+“was written entirely for your amusement.”
+
+Pov/S felt that in that case pov/s really #emph[ought] to listen to it,
+so pov/s sat down, and said “Thank you” rather sadly.
+
+#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-1.typ"
+
+only I don't sing it,” he added, as an explanation.
+
+“I see you don't,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
+
+“If you can #emph[see] whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes
+than most.” Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. pov/S vrB/be/ silent.
+
+#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-2.typ"
+
+“Thank you very much,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
+pov/S/.
+
+#include "poems/for-your-amusement-part-3.typ"
+
+“I will, if I can remember it so long,” alt/first and second or
+third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
+
+“You needn't go on making remarks like that,” Humpty Dumpty said:
+“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.

through-the-looking-glass/its-my-own-invention.typ

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+== “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.

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+== 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.

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+== 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.

through-the-looking-glass/poems/365-minus-1.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,22 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(right)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#poem[
+  #block[
+    #table(
+      stroke: none,
+      columns: (auto),
+      [365],
+      [--#h(1em)1],
+      table.hline(),
+      [364]
+    )
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/a-boat-beneath-a-sunny-sky.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,53 @@
+#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?
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/epigraph.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,65 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  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.
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/for-your-amusement-part-1.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#poem[
+  #block[
+    “In winter, when the fields are white, \
+    I sing this song for your delight---
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/for-your-amusement-part-2.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#poem[
+  #block[
+    “In spring, when woods are getting green, \
+    I'll try and tell you what I mean.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/for-your-amusement-part-3.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/for-your-amusement-part-4.typ

@@ -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---'”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/for-your-amusement-part-5.typ

@@ -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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/for-your-amusement-part-6.typ

@@ -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---”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/humpty-dumpty.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/hush-a-by-lady.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #emph(content)
+  ])
+}
+
+#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!
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/i-give-thee-all-i-can-no-more.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,121 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #emph(content)
+  ])
+}
+
+#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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/jabberwocky-explained.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  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.
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/jabberwocky-mirrored.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,22 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  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.
+    ]
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/jabberwocky.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,77 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#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.
+    ]
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/lovely-riddle-all-about-fishes.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,39 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#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?”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/the-lion-and-the-unicorn.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/the-walrus-and-the-carpenter.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,182 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-1.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #emph(content)
+  ])
+}
+
+#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.'”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-2.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #emph(content)
+  ])
+}
+
+#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!”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-3.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #emph(content)
+  ])
+}
+
+#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!'”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/to-the-looking-glass-world-part-4.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #emph(content)
+  ])
+}
+
+#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!”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/poems/tweedledum-and-tweedledee.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,25 @@
+#let poem(content) = {
+  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
+
+  align(center, block[
+    #set align(left)
+    #set block(breakable: false)
+    #content
+  ])
+}
+
+#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.”
+  ]
+]

through-the-looking-glass/queen-yn.typ

@@ -0,0 +1,515 @@
+== 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!”

through-the-looking-glass/shaking.typ

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+== 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---

through-the-looking-glass/the-garden-of-live-flowers.typ

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+== 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.

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+== 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!”

through-the-looking-glass/tweedledum-and-tweedledee.typ

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+== 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!”

through-the-looking-glass/waking.typ

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+== Waking
+---and it really #emph[was] a kitten, after all.

through-the-looking-glass/which-dreamed-it.typ

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+== 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"

through-the-looking-glass/wool-and-water.typ

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+== 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.

todo.txt

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-- format the poems
-- back cover styling
-- add fun pages for each book title
-- add in italics and symbols
-- pretty up spiral implementations
-- draw intermission pictures
-  - "drink me" bottle
-  - "eat me" cake
-  - caterpilar's mushorrom
-  - page number separators (right/left)
-  - waking up
-- generate the cover