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== Who Stole the Tarts?
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The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they
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arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them---all sorts of little
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birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was
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standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard
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him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand,
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and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court
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was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good,
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that it made pov/O quite hungry to look at them---“I wish they'd get the
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trial done,” pov/s thought, “and hand round the refreshments!” But there
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seemed to be no chance of this, so pov/s began looking at everything
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about pov/o, to pass away the time.
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Pov/S had never been in a court of justice before, but pov/s had read
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about them in books, and pov/s vrb/be/ quite pleased to find that pov/s
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knew the name of nearly everything there. “That's the judge,” pov/s said
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to pov/r, “because of his great wig.”
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The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over the
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wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did it,) he did
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not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming.
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“And that's the jury-box,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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thought/thought pov/S/, “and those twelve creatures,” (pov/s was obliged
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to say “creatures,” you see, because some of them were animals, and some
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were birds,) “I suppose they are the jurors.” Pov/s said this last word
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two or three times over to pov/r, being rather proud of it: for pov/s
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thought, and rightly too, that very few little prn/ns of pov/p age knew
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the meaning of it at all. However, “jury-men” would have done just as
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well.
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The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. “What are they
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doing?” pov/S whispered to the Gryphon. “They can't have anything to put
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down yet, before the trial's begun.”
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“They're putting down their names,” the Gryphon whispered in reply, “for
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fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.”
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“Stupid things!” pov/S began in a loud, indignant voice, but pov/s
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stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, “Silence in the court!”
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and the King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round, to make
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out who was talking.
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Pov/S could see, as well as if pov/s were looking over their shoulders,
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that all the jurors were writing down “stupid things!” on their slates,
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and pov/s could even make out that one of them didn't know how to spell
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“stupid,” and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell him. “A nice
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muddle their slates'll be in before the trial's over!” alt/first and
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second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.
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One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, pov/S
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could #emph[not] stand, and pov/s went round the court and got behind
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him, and very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. Pov/s did it
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so quickly that the poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could
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not make out at all what had become of it; so, after hunting all about
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for it, he was obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day;
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and this was of very little use, as it left no mark on the slate.
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“Herald, read the accusation!” said the King.
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On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then
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unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:---
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#quote(block: true)[
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“The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, \
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All on a summer day: \
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The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, \
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And took them quite away!”
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]
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“Consider your verdict,” the King said to the jury.
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“Not yet, not yet!” the Rabbit hastily interrupted. “There's a great
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deal to come before that!”
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“Call the first witness,” said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three
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blasts on the trumpet, and called out, “First witness!”
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The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand
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and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. “I beg pardon, your
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Majesty,” he began, “for bringing these in: but I hadn't quite finished
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my tea when I was sent for.”
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“You ought to have finished,” said the King. “When did you begin?”
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The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the
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court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. “Fourteenth of March, I
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#emph[think] it was,” he said.
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“Fifteenth,” said the March Hare.
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“Sixteenth,” added the Dormouse.
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“Write that down,” the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote
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down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and
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reduced the answer to shillings and pence.
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“Take off your hat,” the King said to the Hatter.
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“It isn't mine,” said the Hatter.
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“#emph[Stolen!];” the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly
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made a memorandum of the fact.
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“I keep them to sell,” the Hatter added as an explanation; “I've none of
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my own. I'm a hatter.”
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Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the Hatter,
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who turned pale and fidgeted.
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“Give your evidence,” said the King; “and don't be nervous, or I'll have
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you executed on the spot.”
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This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from
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one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his
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confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the
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bread-and-butter.
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Just at this moment pov/S felt a very curious sensation, which puzzled
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pov/o a good deal until pov/s made out what it was: pov/s vrb/be/
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beginning to grow larger again, and pov/s thought at first pov/s would
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get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts pov/s decided to
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remain where pov/s was as long as there was room for pov/o.
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“I wish you wouldn't squeeze so.” said the Dormouse, who was sitting
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next to pov/o. “I can hardly breathe.”
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“I can't help it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/
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very meekly: “I'm growing.”
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“You've no right to grow #emph[here];,” said the Dormouse.
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“Don't talk nonsense,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
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pov/S/ more boldly: “you know you're growing too.”
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“Yes, but #emph[I] grow at a reasonable pace,” said the Dormouse: “not
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in that ridiculous fashion.” And he got up very sulkily and crossed over
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to the other side of the court.
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All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter, and,
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just as the Dormouse crossed the court, pov/s said to one of the
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officers of the court, “Bring me the list of the singers in the last
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concert!” on which the wretched Hatter trembled so, that he shook both
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his shoes off.
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“Give your evidence,” the King repeated angrily, “or I'll have you
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executed, whether you're nervous or not.”
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“I'm a poor man, your Majesty,” the Hatter began, in a trembling voice,
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“---and I hadn't begun my tea---not above a week or so---and what with
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the bread-and-butter getting so thin---and the twinkling of the tea---”
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“The twinkling of the #emph[what?];” said the King.
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“It #emph[began] with the tea,” the Hatter replied.
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“Of course twinkling begins with a T!” said the King sharply. “Do you
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take me for a dunce? Go on!”
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“I'm a poor man,” the Hatter went on, “and most things twinkled after
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that---only the March Hare said---”
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“I didn't!” the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
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“You did!” said the Hatter.
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“I deny it!” said the March Hare.
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“He denies it,” said the King: “leave out that part.”
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“Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said---” the Hatter went on, looking
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anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse denied
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nothing, being fast asleep.
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“After that,” continued the Hatter, “I cut some more
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bread-and-butter---”
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“But what did the Dormouse say?” one of the jury asked.
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“That I can't remember,” said the Hatter.
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“You #emph[must] remember,” remarked the King, “or I'll have you
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executed.”
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The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and went
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down on one knee. “I'm a poor man, your Majesty,” he began.
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“You're a #emph[very] poor #emph[speaker];,” said the King.
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Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed by
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the officers of the court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will just
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explain to you how it was done. They had a large canvas bag, which tied
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up at the mouth with strings: into this they slipped the guinea-pig,
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head first, and then sat upon it.)
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“I'm glad I've seen that done,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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thought/thought pov/S/. “I've so often read in the newspapers, at the
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end of trials, “There was some attempts at applause, which was
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immediately suppressed by the officers of the court,” and I never
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understood what it meant till now.”
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“If that's all you know about it, you may stand down,” continued the
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King.
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“I can't go no lower,” said the Hatter: “I'm on the floor, as it is.”
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“Then you may #emph[sit] down,” the King replied.
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Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed.
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“Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!” alt/first and second or
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third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/. “Now we shall get on better.”
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“I'd rather finish my tea,” said the Hatter, with an anxious look at the
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Queen, who was reading the list of singers.
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“You may go,” said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the court,
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without even waiting to put his shoes on.
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“---and just take his head off outside,” the Queen added to one of the
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officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before the officer could get
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to the door.
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“Call the next witness!” said the King.
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The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in
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her hand, and pov/S guessed who it was, even before pov/s got into the
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court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once.
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“Give your evidence,” said the King.
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“Shan't,” said the cook.
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The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice,
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“Your Majesty must cross-examine #emph[this] witness.”
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“Well, if I must, I must,” the King said, with a melancholy air, and,
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after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were
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nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, “What are tarts made of?”
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“Pepper, mostly,” said the cook.
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“Treacle,” said a sleepy voice behind her.
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“Collar that Dormouse,” the Queen shrieked out. “Behead that Dormouse!
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Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with his
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whiskers!”
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For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the Dormouse
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turned out, and, by the time they had settled down again, the cook had
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disappeared.
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“Never mind!” said the King, with an air of great relief. “Call the next
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witness.” And he added in an undertone to the Queen, “Really, my dear,
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#emph[you] must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my
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forehead ache!”
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Pov/S watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling very
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curious to see what the next witness would be like, “---for they haven't
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got much evidence #emph[yet];,” pov/s said to pov/r. Imagine pov/p
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surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill
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little voice, the name “Y/n!”
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== Y/n's Evidence
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“Here!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried pov/S/, quite
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forgetting in the flurry of the moment how large pov/s had grown in the
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last few minutes, and pov/s jumped up in such a hurry that pov/s tipped
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over the jury-box with the edge of pov/p skirt, upsetting all the
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jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling
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about, reminding pov/o very much of a globe of goldfish pov/s had
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accidentally upset the week before.
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“Oh, I #emph[beg] your pardon!” pov/s exclaimed in a tone of great
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dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as pov/s could, for
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the accident of the goldfish kept running in pov/p head, and pov/s had a
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vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back into
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the jury-box, or they would die.
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“The trial cannot proceed,” said the King in a very grave voice, “until
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all the jurymen are back in their proper places---#emph[all];,” he
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repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at pov/O as he said so.
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Pov/S looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in pov/p haste, pov/s had
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put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving
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its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move. Pov/s
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soon got it out again, and put it right; “not that it signifies much,”
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pov/s said to pov/r; “I should think it would be #emph[quite] as much
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use in the trial one way up as the other.”
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As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of being
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upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed back to
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them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the
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accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do
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anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the
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court.
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“What do you know about this business?” the King said to pov/O.
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“Nothing,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
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“Nothing #emph[whatever?];” alt/first and second or third/the King
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persisted/persisted the King/.
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“Nothing whatever,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
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pov/S/.
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“That's very important,” the King said, turning to the jury. They were
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just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbit
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interrupted: “#emph[Un];important, your Majesty means, of course,” he
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said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as
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he spoke.
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“#emph[Un];important, of course, I meant,” the King hastily said, and
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went on to himself in an undertone,
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“important---unimportant---unimportant---important---” as if he were
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trying which word sounded best.
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Some of the jury wrote it down “important,” and some “unimportant.”
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Pov/S could see this, as pov/s vrb/be/ near enough to look over their
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slates; “but it doesn't matter a bit,” pov/s thought to pov/r.
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At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in
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his note-book, cackled out “Silence!” and read out from his book, “Rule
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Forty-two. #emph[All persons more than a mile high to leave the court];.”
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Everybody looked at pov/O.
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“#emph[I'm] not a mile high,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/.
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“You are,” said the King.
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“Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen.
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“Well, I shan't go, at any rate,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/: “besides, that's not a regular rule: you invented it
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just now.”
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“It's the oldest rule in the book,” alt/first and second or third/the
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King said/said the King/.
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“Then it ought to be Number One,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/.
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The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. “Consider your
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verdict,” he said to the jury, in a low, trembling voice.
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“There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,” said the White
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Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; “this paper has just been picked
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up.”
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“What's in it?” said the Queen.
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“I haven't opened it yet,” said the White Rabbit, “but it seems to be a
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letter, written by the prisoner to---to somebody.”
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“It must have been that,” said the King, “unless it was written to
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nobody, which isn't usual, you know.”
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“Who is it directed to?” said one of the jurymen.
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“It isn't directed at all,” said the White Rabbit; “in fact, there's
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nothing written on the #emph[outside];.” He unfolded the paper as he
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spoke, and added “It isn't a letter, after all: it's a set of verses.”
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“Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?” asked another of the jurymen.
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“No, they're not,” said the White Rabbit, “and that's the queerest thing
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about it.” (The jury all looked puzzled.)
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“He must have imitated somebody else's hand,” said the King. (The jury
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all brightened up again.)
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“Please your Majesty,” said the Knave, “I didn't write it, and they
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can't prove I did: there's no name signed at the end.”
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“If you didn't sign it,” said the King, “that only makes the matter
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worse. You #emph[must] have meant some mischief, or else you'd have
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signed your name like an honest man.”
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There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really
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clever thing the King had said that day.
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“That #emph[proves] his guilt,” said the Queen.
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“It proves nothing of the sort!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
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said/said pov/S/. “Why, you don't even know what they're about!”
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“Read them,” said the King.
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The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. “Where shall I begin, please
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your Majesty?” he asked.
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“Begin at the beginning,” the King said gravely, “and go on till you
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come to the end: then stop.”
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These were the verses the White Rabbit read:---
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#quote(block: true)[
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“They told me you had been to her, \
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And mentioned me to him: \
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She gave me a good character, \
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But said I could not swim. \
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\
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He sent them word I had not gone \
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(We know it to be true): \
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If she should push the matter on, \
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What would become of you? \
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\
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I gave her one, they gave him two, \
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You gave us three or more; \
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They all returned from him to you, \
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Though they were mine before. \
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\
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If I or she should chance to be \
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Involved in this affair, \
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He trusts to you to set them free, \
|
||||
Exactly as we were. \
|
||||
\
|
||||
My notion was that you had been \
|
||||
(Before she had this fit) \
|
||||
An obstacle that came between \
|
||||
Him, and ourselves, and it. \
|
||||
\
|
||||
Don't let him know she liked them best, \
|
||||
For this must ever be \
|
||||
A secret, kept from all the rest, \
|
||||
Between yourself and me.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
“That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet,” said the
|
||||
King, rubbing his hands; “so now let the jury---”
|
||||
|
||||
“If any one of them can explain it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, (pov/s had grown so large in the last few minutes that
|
||||
pov/s wasn't a bit afraid of interrupting him,) “I'll give him sixpence.
|
||||
#emph[I] don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it.”
|
||||
|
||||
The jury all wrote down on their slates, “#emph[Prn/s] doesn't believe
|
||||
there's an atom of meaning in it,” but none of them attempted to explain
|
||||
the paper.
|
||||
|
||||
“If there's no meaning in it,” said the King, “that saves a world of
|
||||
trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I don't know,”
|
||||
he went on, spreading out the verses on his knee, and looking at them
|
||||
with one eye; “I seem to see some meaning in them, after all.
|
||||
“---#emph[said I could not swim];---” you can't swim, can you?” he
|
||||
added, turning to the Knave.
|
||||
|
||||
The Knave shook his head sadly. “Do I look like it?” he said. (Which he
|
||||
certainly did #emph[not];, being made entirely of cardboard.)
|
||||
|
||||
“All right, so far,” said the King, and he went on muttering over the
|
||||
verses to himself: “‘#emph[We know it to be true];---' that's the jury,
|
||||
of course---‘#emph[I gave her one, they gave him two];---' why, that
|
||||
must be what he did with the tarts, you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
“But, it goes on ‘#emph[they all returned from him to you];,'” alt/first
|
||||
and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, there they are!” said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts
|
||||
on the table. “Nothing can be clearer than #emph[that];. Then
|
||||
again---‘#emph[before she had this fit];---' you never had fits, my
|
||||
dear, I think?” he said to the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Never!” said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizard as
|
||||
she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on his
|
||||
slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark; but he now hastily
|
||||
began again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long as
|
||||
it lasted.)
|
||||
|
||||
“Then the words don't #emph[fit] you,” said the King, looking round the
|
||||
court with a smile. There was a dead silence.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a pun!” the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed,
|
||||
“Let the jury consider their verdict,” the King said, for about the
|
||||
twentieth time that day.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, no!” said the Queen. “Sentence first---verdict afterwards.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Stuff and nonsense!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ loudly. “The idea of having the sentence first!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Hold your tongue!” alt/first and second or third/the Queen said/said
|
||||
the Queen/, turning purple.
|
||||
|
||||
“I won't!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Off with her head!” the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody
|
||||
moved.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who cares for you?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, (pov/s had grown to pov/p full size by this time.) “You're
|
||||
nothing but a pack of cards!”
|
||||
|
||||
At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon
|
||||
her: pov/s gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and
|
||||
tried to beat them off, and found pov/r lying on the bank, with pov/p
|
||||
head in the lap of pov/p sister, who was gently brushing away some dead
|
||||
leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon pov/p face.
|
||||
|
||||
“Wake up, Y/n dear!” said her sister; “Why, what a long sleep you've
|
||||
had!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, I've had such a curious dream!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, and pov/s told pov/p sister, as well as pov/s could
|
||||
remember them, all these strange Adventures of pov/a that you have just
|
||||
been reading about; and when pov/s had finished, pov/p sister kissed
|
||||
pov/o, and said, “It #emph[was] a curious dream, dear, certainly: but
|
||||
now run in to your tea; it's getting late.” So pov/S got up and ran off,
|
||||
thinking while pov/s ran, as well pov/s might, what a wonderful dream it
|
||||
had been.
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
But pov/p sister sat still just as pov/s left her, leaning her head on
|
||||
her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Y/n and all
|
||||
prn/p wonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion,
|
||||
and this was her dream:---
|
||||
|
||||
First, she dreamed of little Y/n prn/r, and once again the tiny hands
|
||||
were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up
|
||||
into hers---she could hear the very tones of prn/p voice, and see that
|
||||
queer little toss of prn/p head to keep back the wandering hair that
|
||||
#emph[would] always get into prn/p eyes---and still as she listened, or
|
||||
seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive with the
|
||||
strange creatures of her little prn/k's dream.
|
||||
|
||||
The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by---the
|
||||
frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool---she
|
||||
could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends
|
||||
shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen
|
||||
ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution---once more the
|
||||
pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes
|
||||
crashed around it---once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking
|
||||
of the Lizard's slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed
|
||||
guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the
|
||||
miserable Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in
|
||||
Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all
|
||||
would change to dull reality---the grass would be only rustling in the
|
||||
wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds---the rattling
|
||||
teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill
|
||||
cries to the voice of the shepherd boy---and the sneeze of the baby, the
|
||||
shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she
|
||||
knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard---while the lowing
|
||||
of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's
|
||||
heavy sobs.
|
||||
|
||||
Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little prn/k of hers
|
||||
would, in the after-time, be prn/r a grown prn/N; and how prn/s would
|
||||
keep, through all prn/p riper years, the simple and loving heart of
|
||||
prn/p childhood: and how prn/s would gather about prn/p other little
|
||||
children, and make #emph[their] eyes bright and eager with many a
|
||||
strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and
|
||||
how prn/s would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure
|
||||
in all their simple joys, remembering prn/p own child-life, and the
|
||||
happy summer days.
|
||||
|
||||
=== THE END
|
||||
<the-end>
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,202 @@
|
|||
== A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale
|
||||
Plv/s were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank---the
|
||||
birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close
|
||||
to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.
|
||||
|
||||
The first question of course was, how to get dry again: plv/s had a
|
||||
consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural
|
||||
to pov/O to find pov/r talking familiarly with them, as if pov/s had
|
||||
known them all pov/p life. Indeed, pov/s had quite a long argument with
|
||||
the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only say, “I am older than
|
||||
you, and must know better;” and this pov/S would not allow without
|
||||
knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its
|
||||
age, there was no more to be said.
|
||||
|
||||
At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among plv/o,
|
||||
called out, “Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! #emph[I'll] soon
|
||||
make you dry enough!” Plv/s all sat down at once, in a large ring, with
|
||||
the Mouse in the middle. Pov/S kept pov/p eyes anxiously fixed on it,
|
||||
for pov/s felt sure pov/s would catch a bad cold if pov/s did not get
|
||||
dry very soon.
|
||||
|
||||
“Ahem!” said the Mouse with an important air, “are you all ready? This
|
||||
is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! ‘William
|
||||
the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was soon submitted
|
||||
to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of late much
|
||||
accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls of
|
||||
Mercia and Northumbria---'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Ugh!” said the Lory, with a shiver.
|
||||
|
||||
“I beg your pardon!” said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely: “Did
|
||||
you speak?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not I!” said the Lory hastily.
|
||||
|
||||
“I thought you did,” said the Mouse. “---I proceed. ‘Edwin and Morcar,
|
||||
the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and even Stigand,
|
||||
the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable---'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Found #emph[what];?” said the Duck.
|
||||
|
||||
“Found #emph[it];,” the Mouse replied rather crossly: “of course you
|
||||
know what ‘it' means.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I know what ‘it' means well enough, when #emph[I] find a thing,” said
|
||||
the Duck: “it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did
|
||||
the archbishop find?”
|
||||
|
||||
The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on,
|
||||
“‘---found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William and
|
||||
offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate. But the
|
||||
insolence of his Normans---' How are you getting on now, my dear?” it
|
||||
continued, turning to pov/O as it spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
“As wet as ever,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/
|
||||
in a melancholy tone: “it doesn't seem to dry me at all.”
|
||||
|
||||
“In that case,” said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, “I move that
|
||||
the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic
|
||||
remedies---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Speak English!” said the Eaglet. “I don't know the meaning of half
|
||||
those long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do either!” And
|
||||
the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some of the other birds
|
||||
tittered audibly.
|
||||
|
||||
“What I was going to say,” said the Dodo in an offended tone, “was, that
|
||||
the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What #emph[is] a Caucus-race?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/; not that pov/s wanted much to know, but the Dodo had
|
||||
paused as if it thought that #emph[somebody] ought to speak, and no one
|
||||
else seemed inclined to say anything.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why,” said the Dodo, “the best way to explain it is to do it.” (And, as
|
||||
you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell
|
||||
you how the Dodo managed it.)
|
||||
|
||||
First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, (“the exact
|
||||
shape doesn't matter,” it said,) and then all the party were placed
|
||||
along the course, here and there. There was no “One, two, three, and
|
||||
away,” but plv/s began running when plv/s liked, and left off when plv/s
|
||||
liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However,
|
||||
when plv/s had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry
|
||||
again, the Dodo suddenly called out “The race is over!” and plv/s all
|
||||
crowded round it, panting, and asking, “But who has won?”
|
||||
|
||||
This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought,
|
||||
and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead
|
||||
(the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of
|
||||
him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said,
|
||||
“#emph[Everybody] has won, and all must have prizes.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But who is to give the prizes?” quite a chorus of voices asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, #emph[prn/s];, of course,” said the Dodo, pointing to pov/O with
|
||||
one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round pov/o, calling out
|
||||
in a confused way, “Prizes! Prizes!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S had no idea what to do, and in despair pov/s put pov/p hand in
|
||||
pov/p pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt water
|
||||
had not got into it), and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly
|
||||
one a-piece, all round.
|
||||
|
||||
“But prn/s must have a prize prn/r, you know,” said the Mouse.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course,” the Dodo replied very gravely. “What else have you got in
|
||||
your pocket?” he went on, turning to pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“Only a thimble,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/
|
||||
sadly.
|
||||
|
||||
“Hand it over here,” alt/first and second or third/the Dodo said/said
|
||||
the Dodo/.
|
||||
|
||||
Then they all crowded round pov/o once more, while the Dodo solemnly
|
||||
presented the thimble, saying “We beg your acceptance of this elegant
|
||||
thimble;” and, when it had finished this short speech, they all cheered.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave
|
||||
that pov/s did not dare to laugh; and, as pov/s could not think of
|
||||
anything to say, pov/s simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as
|
||||
solemn as pov/s could.
|
||||
|
||||
The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise and
|
||||
confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not taste
|
||||
theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on the back.
|
||||
However, it was over at last, and plv/s sat down again in a ring, and
|
||||
begged the Mouse to tell plv/o something more.
|
||||
|
||||
“You promised to tell me your history, you know,” alt/first and second
|
||||
or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “and why it is you hate---C and D,”
|
||||
pov/s added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Mine is a long and a sad tale!” said the Mouse, turning to pov/O, and
|
||||
sighing.
|
||||
|
||||
“It #emph[is] a long tail, certainly,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's
|
||||
tail; “but why do you call it sad?” And pov/s kept on puzzling about it
|
||||
while the Mouse was speaking, so that pov/p idea of the tale was
|
||||
something like this:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/long-tale.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“You are not attending!” said the Mouse to pov/O severely. “What are you
|
||||
thinking of?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I beg your pardon,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ very humbly: “you had got to the fifth bend, I think?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I had #emph[not!];” cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily.
|
||||
|
||||
“A knot!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, always
|
||||
ready to make pov/r useful, and looking anxiously about pov/o. “Oh, do
|
||||
let me help to undo it!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I shall do nothing of the sort,” said the Mouse, getting up and walking
|
||||
away. “You insult me by talking such nonsense!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't mean it!” pleaded poor pov/S. “But you're so easily offended,
|
||||
you know!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Mouse only growled in reply.
|
||||
|
||||
“Please come back and finish your story!” pov/S called after it; and the
|
||||
others all joined in chorus, “Yes, please do!” but the Mouse only shook
|
||||
its head impatiently, and walked a little quicker.
|
||||
|
||||
“What a pity it wouldn't stay!” sighed the Lory, as soon as it was quite
|
||||
out of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of saying to her
|
||||
daughter “Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you never to lose
|
||||
#emph[your] temper!” “Hold your tongue, Ma!” said the young Crab, a
|
||||
little snappishly. “You're enough to try the patience of an oyster!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ aloud, addressing nobody in particular.
|
||||
“She'd soon fetch it back!”
|
||||
|
||||
“And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?” said the
|
||||
Lory.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S replied eagerly, for pov/s vrb/be/ always ready to talk about
|
||||
pov/p pet: “Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching
|
||||
mice you can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds!
|
||||
Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!”
|
||||
|
||||
This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the
|
||||
birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began wrapping itself up very
|
||||
carefully, remarking, “I really must be getting home; the night-air
|
||||
doesn't suit my throat!” and a Canary called out in a trembling voice to
|
||||
its children, “Come away, my dears! It's high time you were all in bed!”
|
||||
On various pretexts they all moved off, and pov/S was soon left alone.
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!” pov/s said to pov/r in a melancholy
|
||||
tone. “Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I'm sure she's the best
|
||||
cat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever see you
|
||||
any more!” And here poor pov/S began to cry again, for pov/s felt very
|
||||
lonely and low-spirited. In a little while, however, pov/s again heard a
|
||||
little pattering of footsteps in the distance, and pov/s looked up
|
||||
eagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming
|
||||
back to finish his story.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,348 @@
|
|||
== A Mad Tea-Party
|
||||
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the
|
||||
March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting
|
||||
between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion,
|
||||
resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. “Very
|
||||
uncomfortable for the Dormouse,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/; “only, as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't
|
||||
mind.”
|
||||
|
||||
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at
|
||||
one corner of it: “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw pov/O
|
||||
coming. “There's #emph[plenty] of room!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ indignantly, and pov/s sat down in a large
|
||||
arm-chair at one end of the table.
|
||||
|
||||
“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.
|
||||
“I don't see any wine,” pov/s remarked.
|
||||
|
||||
“There isn't any,” said the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ angrily.
|
||||
|
||||
“It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said
|
||||
the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't know it was #emph[your] table,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/; “it's laid for a great many more than
|
||||
three.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Your hair wants cutting,” said the Hatter. He had been looking at pov/O
|
||||
for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
|
||||
|
||||
“You should learn not to make personal remarks,” pov/S said with some
|
||||
severity; “it's very rude.”
|
||||
|
||||
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he
|
||||
#emph[said] was, “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Come, we shall have some fun now!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/. “I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.---I
|
||||
believe I can guess that,” pov/s added aloud.
|
||||
|
||||
“Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?” said the
|
||||
March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“Exactly so,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on.
|
||||
|
||||
“I do,” pov/S hastily replied; “at least---at least I mean what I
|
||||
say---that's the same thing, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “You might just as well say
|
||||
that ‘I see what I eat' is the same thing as ‘I eat what I see'!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You might just as well say,” added the March Hare, “that ‘I like what I
|
||||
get' is the same thing as ‘I get what I like'!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You might just as well say,” added the Dormouse, who seemed to be
|
||||
talking in his sleep, “that ‘I breathe when I sleep' is the same thing
|
||||
as ‘I sleep when I breathe'!”
|
||||
|
||||
“It #emph[is] the same thing with you,” said the Hatter, and here the
|
||||
conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while pov/S
|
||||
thought over all pov/s could remember about ravens and writing-desks,
|
||||
which wasn't much.
|
||||
|
||||
The Hatter was the first to break the silence. “What day of the month is
|
||||
it?” he said, turning to pov/O: he had taken his watch out of his
|
||||
pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then,
|
||||
and holding it to his ear.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S considered a little, and then said “The fourth.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told you butter wouldn't suit
|
||||
the works!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“It was the #emph[best] butter,” the March Hare meekly replied.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,” the Hatter grumbled:
|
||||
“you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.”
|
||||
|
||||
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped
|
||||
it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of
|
||||
nothing better to say than his first remark, “It was the #emph[best]
|
||||
butter, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. “What a
|
||||
funny watch!” pov/s remarked. “It tells the day of the month, and
|
||||
doesn't tell what o'clock it is!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter. “Does #emph[your] watch tell you
|
||||
what year it is?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course not,” pov/S replied very readily: “but that's because it
|
||||
stays the same year for such a long time together.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Which is just the case with #emph[mine];,” said the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no
|
||||
sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. “I don't quite
|
||||
understand you,” pov/s said, as politely as pov/s could.
|
||||
|
||||
“The Dormouse is asleep again,” said the Hatter, and he poured a little
|
||||
hot tea upon its nose.
|
||||
|
||||
The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its
|
||||
eyes, “Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to pov/O
|
||||
again.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, I give it up,” pov/S replied: “what's the answer?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I haven't the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nor I,” said the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the
|
||||
time,” pov/s said, “than waste it in asking riddles that have no
|
||||
answers.”
|
||||
|
||||
“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you wouldn't talk
|
||||
about wasting #emph[it];. It's #emph[him];.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know what you mean,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course you don't!” the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously.
|
||||
“I dare say you never even spoke to Time!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Perhaps not,” pov/S cautiously replied: “but I know I have to beat time
|
||||
when I learn music.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Ah! that accounts for it,” said the Hatter. “He won't stand beating.
|
||||
Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything
|
||||
you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in
|
||||
the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a
|
||||
hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one,
|
||||
time for dinner!”
|
||||
|
||||
(“I only wish it was,” the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)
|
||||
|
||||
“That would be grand, certainly,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/ thoughtfully: “but then---I shouldn't be hungry for it,
|
||||
you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not at first, perhaps,” said the Hatter: “but you could keep it to
|
||||
half-past one as long as you liked.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Is that the way #emph[you] manage?” pov/S asked.
|
||||
|
||||
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. “Not I!” he replied. “We
|
||||
quarrelled last March---just before #emph[he] went mad, you know---”
|
||||
(pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) “---it was at the great
|
||||
concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/twinkle-twinkle-little-bat-part-1.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
You know the song, perhaps?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I've heard something like it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“It goes on, you know,” the Hatter continued, “in this way:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/twinkle-twinkle-little-bat-part-2.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep
|
||||
“#emph[Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle];---” and went on so long that
|
||||
they had to pinch it to make it stop.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,” said the Hatter, “when the
|
||||
Queen jumped up and bawled out, ‘He's murdering the time! Off with his
|
||||
head!'”
|
||||
|
||||
“How dreadfully savage!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
exclaimed/exclaimed pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“And ever since that,” the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, “he won't
|
||||
do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.”
|
||||
|
||||
A bright idea came into pov/P head. “Is that the reason so many
|
||||
tea-things are put out here?” pov/s asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, that's it,” said the Hatter with a sigh: “it's always tea-time,
|
||||
and we've no time to wash the things between whiles.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then you keep moving round, I suppose?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Exactly so,” said the Hatter: “as the things get used up.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But what happens when you come to the beginning again?” pov/S ventured
|
||||
to ask.
|
||||
|
||||
“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted, yawning.
|
||||
“I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young also/lady tells us a
|
||||
story.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid I don't know one,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, rather alarmed at the proposal.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then the Dormouse shall!” they both cried. “Wake up, Dormouse!” And
|
||||
they pinched it on both sides at once.
|
||||
|
||||
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. “I wasn't asleep,” he said in a
|
||||
hoarse, feeble voice: “I heard every word you fellows were saying.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, please do!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S pleaded/pleaded
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“And be quick about it,” added the Hatter, “or you'll be asleep again
|
||||
before it's done.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Once upon a time there were three little sisters,” the Dormouse began
|
||||
in a great hurry; “and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and
|
||||
they lived at the bottom of a well---”
|
||||
|
||||
“What did they live on?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said,
|
||||
always taking/said pov/S, who always took/ a great interest in questions
|
||||
of eating and drinking.
|
||||
|
||||
“They lived on treacle,” said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or
|
||||
two.
|
||||
|
||||
“They couldn't have done that, you know,” pov/S gently remarked; “they'd
|
||||
have been ill.”
|
||||
|
||||
“So they were,” said the Dormouse; “#emph[very] ill.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S tried to fancy to pov/r what such an extraordinary way of living
|
||||
would be like, but it puzzled pov/o too much, so pov/s went on: “But why
|
||||
did they live at the bottom of a well?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to pov/O, very earnestly.
|
||||
|
||||
“I've had nothing yet,” pov/S replied in an offended tone, “so I can't
|
||||
take more.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You mean you can't take #emph[less];,” said the Hatter: “it's very easy
|
||||
to take #emph[more] than nothing.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Nobody asked #emph[your] opinion,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who's making personal remarks now?” the Hatter asked triumphantly.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not quite know what to say to this: so pov/s helped pov/r to
|
||||
some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and
|
||||
repeated pov/p question. “Why did they live at the bottom of a well?”
|
||||
|
||||
The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then
|
||||
said, “It was a treacle-well.”
|
||||
|
||||
“There's no such thing!” pov/S was beginning very angrily, but the
|
||||
Hatter and the March Hare went “Sh! sh!” and the Dormouse sulkily
|
||||
remarked, “If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story for
|
||||
yourself.”
|
||||
|
||||
“No, please go on!” pov/S said very humbly; “I won't interrupt again. I
|
||||
dare say there may be #emph[one];.”
|
||||
|
||||
“One, indeed!” said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to
|
||||
go on. “And so these three little sisters---they were learning to draw,
|
||||
you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
“What did they draw?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, quite forgetting pov/p promise.
|
||||
|
||||
“Treacle,” said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
|
||||
|
||||
“I want a clean cup,” interrupted the Hatter: “let's all move one place
|
||||
on.”
|
||||
|
||||
He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare
|
||||
moved into the Dormouse's place, and pov/S rather unwillingly took the
|
||||
place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any
|
||||
advantage from the change: and pov/S was a good deal worse off than
|
||||
before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so pov/s began very
|
||||
cautiously: “But I don't understand. Where did they draw the treacle
|
||||
from?”
|
||||
|
||||
“You can draw water out of a water-well,” said the Hatter; “so I should
|
||||
think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well---eh, stupid?”
|
||||
|
||||
“But they were #emph[in] the well,” pov/S said to the Dormouse, not
|
||||
choosing to notice this last remark.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course they were,” said the Dormouse; “---well in.”
|
||||
|
||||
This answer so confused poor pov/O, that pov/s let the Dormouse go on
|
||||
for some time without interrupting it.
|
||||
|
||||
“They were learning to draw,” the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing
|
||||
its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; “and they drew all manner of
|
||||
things---everything that begins with an M---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why with an M?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why not?” alt/first and second or third/the March Hare said/said the
|
||||
March Hare/.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ silent.
|
||||
|
||||
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a
|
||||
doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a
|
||||
little shriek, and went on: “---that begins with an M, such as
|
||||
mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness---you know you say
|
||||
things are “much of a muchness”---did you ever see such a thing as a
|
||||
drawing of a muchness?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Really, now you ask me,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, very much confused, “I don't think---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then you shouldn't talk,” said the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
This piece of rudeness was more than pov/S could bear: pov/s got up in
|
||||
great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and
|
||||
neither of the others took the least notice of pov/p going, though pov/s
|
||||
looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after pov/o:
|
||||
the last time pov/s saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into
|
||||
the teapot.
|
||||
|
||||
“At any rate I'll never go #emph[there] again!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ as pov/s picked pov/p way through the wood.
|
||||
“It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!”
|
||||
|
||||
Just as pov/s said this, pov/s noticed that one of the trees had a door
|
||||
leading right into it. “That's very curious!” pov/s thought. “But
|
||||
everything's curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.” And in
|
||||
pov/s went.
|
||||
|
||||
Once more pov/s found pov/r in the long hall, and close to the little
|
||||
glass table. “Now, I'll manage better this time,” pov/s said to pov/r,
|
||||
and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that
|
||||
led into the garden. Then pov/s went to work nibbling at the mushroom
|
||||
(pov/s had kept a piece of it in pov/p pocket) till pov/s vrb/be/ about
|
||||
a foot high: then pov/s walked down the little passage: and
|
||||
#emph[then];---pov/s found pov/r at last in the beautiful garden, among
|
||||
the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,258 @@
|
|||
== Advice from a Caterpillar
|
||||
The Caterpillar and pov/S looked at each other for some time in silence:
|
||||
at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed
|
||||
pov/o in a languid, sleepy voice.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who are #emph[you?];” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Pov/S replied,
|
||||
rather shyly, “I---I hardly know, sir, just at present---at least I know
|
||||
who I #emph[was] when I got up this morning, but I think I must have
|
||||
been changed several times since then.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar sternly. “Explain
|
||||
yourself!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I can't explain #emph[myself];, I'm afraid, sir,” alt/first and second
|
||||
or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “because I'm not myself, you see.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't see,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,” pov/S replied very politely,
|
||||
“for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many
|
||||
different sizes in a day is very confusing.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It isn't,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/; “but when you have to turn into a
|
||||
chrysalis---you will some day, you know---and then after that into a
|
||||
butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/; “all I know is, it would feel very queer
|
||||
to #emph[me];.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously. “Who are #emph[you?];”
|
||||
|
||||
Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.
|
||||
Pov/S felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such
|
||||
#emph[very] short remarks, and pov/s drew pov/r up and said, very
|
||||
gravely, “I think, you ought to tell me who #emph[you] are, first.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why?” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
Here was another puzzling question; and as pov/S could not think of any
|
||||
good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a #emph[very]
|
||||
unpleasant state of mind, pov/s turned away.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come back!” the Caterpillar called after pov/o. “I've something
|
||||
important to say!”
|
||||
|
||||
This sounded promising, certainly: pov/S turned and came back again.
|
||||
|
||||
“Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“Is that all?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
swallowing down pov/p anger as well as pov/s could.
|
||||
|
||||
“No,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought pov/s might as well wait, as pov/s had nothing else to do,
|
||||
and perhaps after all it might tell pov/o something worth hearing. For
|
||||
some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded
|
||||
its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, “So you
|
||||
think you're changed, do you?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm afraid I am, sir,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/; “I can't remember things as I used---and I don't keep the same
|
||||
size for ten minutes together!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Can't remember #emph[what] things?” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I've tried to say “How doth the little busy bee,” but it all came
|
||||
different!” pov/S replied in a very melancholy voice.
|
||||
|
||||
“Repeat, “#emph[You are old, Father William];,'” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S folded her hands, and began:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/you-are-old-father-william.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“That is not said right,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“Not #emph[quite] right, I'm afraid,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, timidly; “some of the words have got
|
||||
altered.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It is wrong from beginning to end,” said the Caterpillar decidedly, and
|
||||
there was silence for some minutes.
|
||||
|
||||
The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
|
||||
|
||||
“What size do you want to be?” it asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, I'm not particular as to size,” pov/S hastily replied; “only one
|
||||
doesn't like changing so often, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I #emph[don't] know,” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S said nothing: pov/s had never been so much contradicted in her
|
||||
life before, and pov/s felt that pov/s was losing pov/p temper.
|
||||
|
||||
“Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I should like to be a #emph[little] larger, sir, if you wouldn't
|
||||
mind,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/: “three
|
||||
inches is such a wretched height to be.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It is a very good height indeed!” said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing
|
||||
itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).
|
||||
|
||||
“But I'm not used to it!” pleaded poor pov/S in a piteous tone. And
|
||||
pov/s thought of pov/r, “I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily
|
||||
offended!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You'll get used to it in time,” said the Caterpillar; and it put the
|
||||
hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.
|
||||
|
||||
This time pov/S waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a
|
||||
minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and
|
||||
yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the
|
||||
mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went,
|
||||
“One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you
|
||||
grow shorter.”
|
||||
|
||||
“One side of #emph[what?] The other side of #emph[what?];” alt/first and
|
||||
second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/ to pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of the mushroom,” said the Caterpillar, just as if pov/s had asked it
|
||||
aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying
|
||||
to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly
|
||||
round, pov/s found this a very difficult question. However, at last
|
||||
pov/s stretched pov/p arms round it as far as they would go, and broke
|
||||
off a bit of the edge with each hand.
|
||||
|
||||
“And now which is which?” pov/s said to herself, and nibbled a little of
|
||||
the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment pov/s felt a
|
||||
violent blow underneath pov/p chin: it had struck pov/p foot!
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but pov/s
|
||||
felt that there was no time to be lost, as pov/s vrb/be/ shrinking
|
||||
rapidly; so pov/s set to work at once to eat some of the other bit.
|
||||
Pov/p chin was pressed so closely against pov/p foot, that there was
|
||||
hardly room to open pov/p mouth; but pov/s did it at last, and managed
|
||||
to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come, my head's free at last!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/ in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in
|
||||
another moment, when pov/s found that pov/p shoulders were nowhere to be
|
||||
found: all pov/s could see, when pov/s looked down, was an immense
|
||||
length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green
|
||||
leaves that lay far below pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
“What #emph[can] all that green stuff be?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “And where #emph[have] my shoulders got
|
||||
to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?” Pov/s was moving
|
||||
them about as pov/s spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a
|
||||
little shaking among the distant green leaves.
|
||||
|
||||
As there seemed to be no chance of getting pov/p hands up to pov/p head,
|
||||
pov/s tried to get pov/p head down to them, and vrb/be/ delighted to
|
||||
find that pov/p neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a
|
||||
serpent. Pov/s had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful
|
||||
zigzag, and vrb/be/ going to dive in among the leaves, which pov/s found
|
||||
to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which pov/s had been
|
||||
wandering, when a sharp hiss made pov/o draw back in a hurry: a large
|
||||
pigeon had flown into pov/p face, and was beating pov/o violently with
|
||||
its wings.
|
||||
|
||||
“Serpent!” screamed the Pigeon.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm #emph[not] a serpent!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/ indignantly. “Let me alone!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Serpent, I say again!” repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone,
|
||||
and added with a kind of sob, “I've tried every way, and nothing seems
|
||||
to suit them!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,” alt/first and
|
||||
second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried
|
||||
hedges,” the Pigeon went on, without attending to pov/o; “but those
|
||||
serpents! There's no pleasing them!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S was more and more puzzled, but pov/s thought there was no use in
|
||||
saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished.
|
||||
|
||||
“As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,” said the Pigeon;
|
||||
“but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I
|
||||
haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, who was beginning to see its meaning.
|
||||
|
||||
“And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood,” continued the
|
||||
Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, “and just as I was thinking I
|
||||
should be free of them at last, they must needs come wriggling down from
|
||||
the sky! Ugh, Serpent!”
|
||||
|
||||
“But I'm #emph[not] a serpent, I tell you!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “I'm a---I'm a---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well! #emph[What] are you?” said the Pigeon. “I can see you're trying
|
||||
to invent something!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I---I'm a little prn/n,” said pov/S, rather doubtfully, as pov/s
|
||||
remembered the number of changes pov/s had gone through that day.
|
||||
|
||||
“A likely story indeed!” said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest
|
||||
contempt. “I've seen a good many little prn/ns in my time, but never
|
||||
#emph[one] with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and
|
||||
there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you
|
||||
never tasted an egg!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I #emph[have] tasted eggs, certainly,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, who was a very truthful child; “but little
|
||||
prn/ns eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't believe it,” said the Pigeon; “but if they do, why then they're
|
||||
a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.”
|
||||
|
||||
This was such a new idea to pov/O, that pov/s was quite silent for a
|
||||
minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, “You're
|
||||
looking for eggs, I know #emph[that] well enough; and what does it
|
||||
matter to me whether you're a little prn/n or a serpent?”
|
||||
|
||||
“It matters a good deal to #emph[me];,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ hastily; “but I'm not looking for eggs, as
|
||||
it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want #emph[yours];: I don't like
|
||||
them raw.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, be off, then!” said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled
|
||||
down again into its nest. Pov/S crouched down among the trees as well as
|
||||
pov/s could, for pov/p neck kept getting entangled among the branches,
|
||||
and every now and then pov/s had to stop and untwist it. After a while
|
||||
pov/s remembered that pov/s still held the pieces of mushroom in pov/p
|
||||
hands, and pov/s set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and
|
||||
then at the other, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter,
|
||||
until pov/s had succeeded in bringing pov/r down to pov/p usual height.
|
||||
|
||||
It was so long since pov/s had been anything near the right size, that
|
||||
it felt quite strange at first; but pov/s got used to it in a few
|
||||
minutes, and began talking to pov/r, as usual. “Come, there's half my
|
||||
plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what
|
||||
I'm going to be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to
|
||||
my right size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful
|
||||
garden---how #emph[is] that to be done, I wonder?” As pov/s said this,
|
||||
pov/s came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in it about
|
||||
four feet high. “Whoever lives there,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/, “it'll never do to come upon them
|
||||
#emph[this] size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!” So
|
||||
pov/s began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not venture to
|
||||
go near the house till pov/s had brought pov/r down to nine inches high.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,206 @@
|
|||
== Down the Rabbit-Hole
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ beginning to get very tired of sitting by pov/p sister on
|
||||
the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice pov/s had peeped
|
||||
into the book pov/p sister was reading, but it had no pictures or
|
||||
conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” alt/first and
|
||||
second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/, “without pictures or
|
||||
conversations?”
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s vrb/be/ considering in pov/p own mind (as well as pov/s could,
|
||||
for the hot day made pov/o feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the
|
||||
pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting
|
||||
up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes
|
||||
ran close by pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
There was nothing so #emph[very] remarkable in that; nor did pov/S think
|
||||
it so #emph[very] much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself,
|
||||
“Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!” (when pov/s thought it over
|
||||
afterwards, it occurred to pov/o that pov/s ought to have wondered at
|
||||
this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit
|
||||
actually #emph[took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket];, and looked at
|
||||
it, and then hurried on, pov/S started to pov/p feet, for it flashed
|
||||
across pov/p mind that pov/s had never before seen a rabbit with either
|
||||
a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with
|
||||
curiosity, pov/s ran across the field after it, and fortunately vrb/be/
|
||||
just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
|
||||
|
||||
In another moment alt/first and second or third/pov/S went down/down
|
||||
went pov/S/ after it, never once considering how in the world pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ to get out again.
|
||||
|
||||
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then
|
||||
dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that pov/S had not a moment to think
|
||||
about stopping pov/r before pov/s found pov/r falling down a very deep
|
||||
well.
|
||||
|
||||
Either the well was very deep, or pov/s fell very slowly, for pov/s had
|
||||
plenty of time as pov/s went down to look about pov/o and to wonder what
|
||||
was going to happen next. First, pov/s tried to look down and make out
|
||||
what pov/s vrb/be/ coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then
|
||||
pov/s looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled
|
||||
with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there pov/s saw maps and
|
||||
pictures hung upon pegs. Pov/s took down a jar from one of the shelves
|
||||
as pov/s passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MARMALADE”, but to pov/p great
|
||||
disappointment it was empty: pov/s did not like to drop the jar for fear
|
||||
of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the
|
||||
cupboards as pov/s fell past it.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/ to
|
||||
pov/r, “after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling
|
||||
down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say
|
||||
anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!” (Which was
|
||||
very likely true.)
|
||||
|
||||
Down, down, down. Would the fall #emph[never] come to an end? “I wonder
|
||||
how many miles I've fallen by this time?” pov/s said aloud. “I must be
|
||||
getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would
|
||||
be four thousand miles down, I think---” (for, you see, pov/S had learnt
|
||||
several things of this sort in pov/p lessons in the schoolroom, and
|
||||
though this was not a #emph[very] good opportunity for showing off pov/p
|
||||
knowledge, as there was no one to listen to pov/o, still it was good
|
||||
practice to say it over) “---yes, that's about the right distance---but
|
||||
then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?” (Pov/S had no
|
||||
idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice
|
||||
grand words to say.)
|
||||
|
||||
Presently pov/s began again. “I wonder if I shall fall right
|
||||
#emph[through] the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the
|
||||
people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think---”
|
||||
(pov/s vrb/be/ rather glad there #emph[was] no one listening, this time,
|
||||
as it didn't sound at all the right word) “---but I shall have to ask
|
||||
them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this
|
||||
New Zealand or Australia?” (and pov/s tried to curtsey as pov/s
|
||||
spoke---fancy #emph[curtseying] as you're falling through the air! Do
|
||||
you think you could manage it?) “And what an ignorant little prn/n
|
||||
she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall
|
||||
see it written up somewhere.”
|
||||
|
||||
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so pov/S soon began
|
||||
talking again. “Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!”
|
||||
(Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at
|
||||
tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no
|
||||
mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very
|
||||
like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here pov/S
|
||||
began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to pov/r, in a dreamy
|
||||
sort of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes, “Do
|
||||
bats eat cats?” for, you see, as pov/s couldn't answer either question,
|
||||
it didn't much matter which way pov/s put it. Pov/s felt that pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ dozing off, and had just begun to dream that pov/s vrb/be/
|
||||
walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, “Now,
|
||||
Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump!
|
||||
thump! down pov/s came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the
|
||||
fall was over.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ not a bit hurt, and pov/s jumped up on to pov/p feet in a
|
||||
moment: pov/s looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before pov/o was
|
||||
another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying
|
||||
down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S went/went pov/S/ like the wind, and was just in time to hear
|
||||
it say, as it turned a corner, “Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's
|
||||
getting!” Pov/s vrb/be/ close behind it when pov/s turned the corner,
|
||||
but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: pov/s found pov/r in a long,
|
||||
low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
|
||||
|
||||
There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when
|
||||
pov/S had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every
|
||||
door, pov/s walked sadly down the middle, wondering how pov/s vrb/be/
|
||||
ever to get out again.
|
||||
|
||||
Suddenly pov/s came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid
|
||||
glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and pov/P first
|
||||
thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but,
|
||||
alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at
|
||||
any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time
|
||||
round, pov/s came upon a low curtain pov/s had not noticed before, and
|
||||
behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: pov/s tried the
|
||||
little golden key in the lock, and to pov/p great delight it fitted!
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not
|
||||
much larger than a rat-hole: pov/s knelt down and looked along the
|
||||
passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How pov/s longed to get
|
||||
out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright
|
||||
flowers and those cool fountains, but pov/s could not even get pov/p
|
||||
head through the doorway; “and even if my head would go through,”
|
||||
thought poor pov/O, “it would be of very little use without my
|
||||
shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I
|
||||
could, if I only knew how to begin.” For, you see, so many
|
||||
out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that pov/S had begun to think
|
||||
that very few things indeed were really impossible.
|
||||
|
||||
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so pov/s went
|
||||
back to the table, half hoping pov/s might find another key on it, or at
|
||||
any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this
|
||||
time pov/s found a little bottle on it, (“which certainly was not here
|
||||
before,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,) and
|
||||
round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words “DRINK
|
||||
ME,” beautifully printed on it in large letters.
|
||||
|
||||
It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little pov/O was
|
||||
not going to do #emph[that] in a hurry. “No, I'll look first,” pov/s
|
||||
said, “and see whether it's marked ‘#emph[poison];' or not”; for pov/s
|
||||
had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt,
|
||||
and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because
|
||||
they #emph[would] not remember the simple rules their friends had taught
|
||||
them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too
|
||||
long; and that if you cut your finger #emph[very] deeply with a knife,
|
||||
it usually bleeds; and pov/s had never forgotten that, if you drink much
|
||||
from a bottle marked “poison,” it is almost certain to disagree with
|
||||
you, sooner or later.
|
||||
|
||||
However, this bottle was #emph[not] marked “poison,” so pov/S ventured
|
||||
to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed
|
||||
flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and
|
||||
hot buttered toast,) pov/s very soon finished it off.
|
||||
|
||||
“What a curious feeling!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/; “I must be shutting up like a telescope.”
|
||||
|
||||
And so it was indeed: pov/s vrb/be/ now only ten inches high, and pov/p
|
||||
face brightened up at the thought that pov/s vrb/be/ now the right size
|
||||
for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First,
|
||||
however, pov/s waited for a few minutes to see if pov/s vrb/be/ going to
|
||||
shrink any further: pov/s felt a little nervous about this; “for it
|
||||
might end, you know,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ to pov/r, “in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder
|
||||
what I should be like then?” And pov/s tried to fancy what the flame of
|
||||
a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for pov/s could not
|
||||
remember ever having seen such a thing.
|
||||
|
||||
After a while, finding that nothing more happened, pov/s decided on
|
||||
going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor pov/O! when pov/s got
|
||||
to the door, pov/s found pov/s had forgotten the little golden key, and
|
||||
when pov/s went back to the table for it, pov/s found pov/s could not
|
||||
possibly reach it: pov/s could see it quite plainly through the glass,
|
||||
and pov/s tried pov/p best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but
|
||||
it was too slippery; and when pov/s had tired pov/r out with trying,
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/s/the poor little thing/ sat down and
|
||||
cried.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come, there's no use in crying like that!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ to pov/r, rather sharply; “I advise you to
|
||||
leave off this minute!” Pov/s generally gave pov/r very good advice,
|
||||
(though pov/s very seldom followed it), and sometimes pov/s scolded
|
||||
pov/r so severely as to bring tears into pov/p eyes; and once pov/s
|
||||
remembered trying to box pov/p own ears for having cheated pov/r in a
|
||||
game of croquet pov/s vrb/be/ playing against pov/r, for this curious
|
||||
child was very fond of pretending to be two people. “But it's no use
|
||||
now,” thought poor pov/O, “to pretend to be two people! Why, there's
|
||||
hardly enough of me left to make #emph[one] respectable person!”
|
||||
|
||||
Soon pov/p eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the
|
||||
table: pov/s opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the
|
||||
words “EAT ME” were beautifully marked in currants. “Well, I'll eat it,”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “and if it makes
|
||||
me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I
|
||||
can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I
|
||||
don't care which happens!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s ate a little bit, and said anxiously to pov/r, “Which way? Which
|
||||
way?”, holding pov/p hand on the top of pov/p head to feel which way it
|
||||
was growing, and pov/s vrb/be/ quite surprised to find that pov/s
|
||||
remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats
|
||||
cake, but pov/S had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but
|
||||
out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid
|
||||
for life to go on in the common way.
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
== Pig and Pepper
|
||||
For a minute or two pov/s stood looking at the house, and wondering what
|
||||
to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the
|
||||
wood---(pov/s considered him to be a footman because he was in livery:
|
||||
otherwise, judging by his face only, pov/s would have called him a
|
||||
fish)---and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles. It was opened
|
||||
by another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a
|
||||
frog; and both footmen, pov/S noticed, had powdered hair that curled all
|
||||
over their heads. Pov/s felt very curious to know what it was all about,
|
||||
and crept a little way out of the wood to listen.
|
||||
|
||||
The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter,
|
||||
nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other,
|
||||
saying, in a solemn tone, “For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen
|
||||
to play croquet.” The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone,
|
||||
only changing the order of the words a little, “From the Queen. An
|
||||
invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.”
|
||||
|
||||
Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled together.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S laughed so much at this, that pov/s had to run back into the wood
|
||||
for fear of their hearing pov/o; and when pov/s next peeped out the
|
||||
Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground near the
|
||||
door, staring stupidly up into the sky.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S went timidly up to the door, and knocked.
|
||||
|
||||
“There's no sort of use in knocking,” said the Footman, “and that for
|
||||
two reasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the door as you are;
|
||||
secondly, because they're making such a noise inside, no one could
|
||||
possibly hear you.” And certainly there #emph[was] a most extraordinary
|
||||
noise going on within---a constant howling and sneezing, and every now
|
||||
and then a great crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to
|
||||
pieces.
|
||||
|
||||
“Please, then,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
“how am I to get in?”
|
||||
|
||||
“There might be some sense in your knocking,” the Footman went on
|
||||
without attending to pov/o, “if we had the door between us. For
|
||||
instance, if you were #emph[inside];, you might knock, and I could let
|
||||
you out, you know.” He was looking up into the sky all the time he was
|
||||
speaking, and this pov/S thought decidedly uncivil. “But perhaps he
|
||||
can't help it,” pov/s said to pov/r; “his eyes are so #emph[very] nearly
|
||||
at the top of his head. But at any rate he might answer questions.---How
|
||||
am I to get in?” pov/s repeated, aloud.
|
||||
|
||||
“I shall sit here,” the Footman remarked, “till tomorrow---”
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came
|
||||
skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose,
|
||||
and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him.
|
||||
|
||||
“---or next day, maybe,” the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly
|
||||
as if nothing had happened.
|
||||
|
||||
“How am I to get in?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S asked/asked
|
||||
pov/S/ again, in a louder tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[Are] you to get in at all?” said the Footman. “That's the first
|
||||
question, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
It was, no doubt: only pov/S did not like to be told so. “It's really
|
||||
dreadful,” pov/s muttered to pov/r, “the way all the creatures argue.
|
||||
It's enough to drive one crazy!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating his
|
||||
remark, with variations. “I shall sit here,” he said, “on and off, for
|
||||
days and days.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But what am #emph[I] to do?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Anything you like,” said the Footman, and began whistling.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, there's no use in talking to him,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ desperately: “he's perfectly idiotic!” And
|
||||
pov/s opened the door and went in.
|
||||
|
||||
The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from
|
||||
one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in
|
||||
the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring
|
||||
a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.
|
||||
|
||||
“There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!” pov/S said to pov/r,
|
||||
as well as pov/s could for sneezing.
|
||||
|
||||
There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezed
|
||||
occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling
|
||||
alternately without a moment's pause. The only things in the kitchen
|
||||
that did not sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on
|
||||
the hearth and grinning from ear to ear.
|
||||
|
||||
“Please would you tell me,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, a little timidly, for pov/s vrb/be/ not quite sure
|
||||
whether it was good manners for pov/o to speak first, “why your cat
|
||||
grins like that?”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a Cheshire cat,” said the Duchess, “and that's why. Pig!”
|
||||
|
||||
She said the last word with such sudden violence that pov/S quite
|
||||
jumped; but pov/s saw in another moment that it was addressed to the
|
||||
baby, and not to pov/o, so she took courage, and went on again:---
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know
|
||||
that cats #emph[could] grin.”
|
||||
|
||||
“They all can,” said the Duchess; “and most of 'em do.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know of any that do,” pov/S said very politely, feeling quite
|
||||
pleased to have got into a conversation.
|
||||
|
||||
“You don't know much,” said the Duchess; “and that's a fact.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it would
|
||||
be as well to introduce some other subject of conversation. While pov/s
|
||||
vrb/be/ trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the
|
||||
fire, and at once set to work throwing everything within her reach at
|
||||
the Duchess and the baby---the fire-irons came first; then followed a
|
||||
shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice of
|
||||
them even when they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already,
|
||||
that it was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, #emph[please] mind what you're doing!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S cried/cried pov/S/, jumping up and down in an agony of
|
||||
terror. “Oh, there goes his #emph[precious] nose!” as an unusually large
|
||||
saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off.
|
||||
|
||||
“If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said in a hoarse
|
||||
growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Which would #emph[not] be an advantage,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, who felt very glad to get an opportunity
|
||||
of showing off a little of pov/p knowledge. “Just think of what work it
|
||||
would make with the day and night! You see the earth takes twenty-four
|
||||
hours to turn round on its axis---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Talking of axes,” said the Duchess, “chop off prn/p head!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant to take
|
||||
the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not to
|
||||
be listening, so she went on again: “Twenty-four hours, I #emph[think];;
|
||||
or is it twelve? I---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, don't bother #emph[me];,” said the Duchess; “I never could abide
|
||||
figures!” And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a
|
||||
sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at
|
||||
the end of every line:
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/speak-roughly-to-your-little-boy-part-1.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing
|
||||
the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so,
|
||||
that pov/S could hardly hear the words:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/speak-roughly-to-your-little-boy-part-2.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!” the Duchess said to pov/O,
|
||||
flinging the baby at pov/o as she spoke. “I must go and get ready to
|
||||
play croquet with the Queen,” and she hurried out of the room. The cook
|
||||
threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped
|
||||
little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, “just
|
||||
like a star-fish,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought
|
||||
pov/S/. The poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when
|
||||
pov/s caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself
|
||||
out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as
|
||||
much as pov/s could do to hold it.
|
||||
|
||||
As soon as pov/s had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which was
|
||||
to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its
|
||||
right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,) pov/s
|
||||
carried it out into the open air. “If I don't take this child away with
|
||||
me,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/,
|
||||
“they're sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn't it be murder to leave
|
||||
it behind?” Pov/s said the last words out loud, and the little thing
|
||||
grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time). “Don't grunt,”
|
||||
pov/S said; “that's not at all a proper way of expressing yourself.”
|
||||
|
||||
The baby grunted again, and pov/S looked very anxiously into its face to
|
||||
see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a
|
||||
#emph[very] turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also
|
||||
its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether pov/S did
|
||||
not like the look of the thing at all. “But perhaps it was only
|
||||
sobbing,” pov/s thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if there
|
||||
were any tears.
|
||||
|
||||
No, there were no tears. “If you're going to turn into a pig, my dear,”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, seriously, “I'll
|
||||
have nothing more to do with you. Mind now!” The poor little thing
|
||||
sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they went
|
||||
on for some while in silence.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ just beginning to think to pov/r, “Now, what am I to do
|
||||
with this creature when I get it home?” when it grunted again, so
|
||||
violently, that pov/s looked down into its face in some alarm. This time
|
||||
there could be #emph[no] mistake about it: it was neither more nor less
|
||||
than a pig, and pov/s felt that it would be quite absurd for pov/o to
|
||||
carry it further.
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it
|
||||
trot away quietly into the wood. “If it had grown up,” pov/s said to
|
||||
pov/r, “it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather
|
||||
a handsome pig, I think.” And pov/s began thinking over other children
|
||||
she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to pov/r,
|
||||
“if one only knew the right way to change them---” when pov/s was a
|
||||
little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree
|
||||
a few yards off.
|
||||
|
||||
The Cat only grinned when it saw pov/S. It looked good-natured, pov/s
|
||||
thought: still it had #emph[very] long claws and a great many teeth, so
|
||||
pov/s felt that it ought to be treated with respect.
|
||||
|
||||
“Cheshire Puss,” pov/s began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know
|
||||
whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
|
||||
“Come, it's pleased so far,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/, and pov/s went on. “Would you tell me, please,
|
||||
which way I ought to go from here?”
|
||||
|
||||
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't much care where---” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then it doesn't matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
|
||||
|
||||
“---so long as I get #emph[somewhere];,” pov/S added as an explanation.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, you're sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long
|
||||
enough.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S felt that this could not be denied, so pov/s tried another
|
||||
question. “What sort of people live about here?”
|
||||
|
||||
“In #emph[that] direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round,
|
||||
“lives a Hatter: and in #emph[that] direction,” waving the other paw,
|
||||
“lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But I don't want to go among mad people,” pov/S remarked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, you can't help that,” said the Cat: “we're all mad here. I'm mad.
|
||||
You're mad.”
|
||||
|
||||
“How do you know I'm mad?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn't have come here.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S didn't think that proved it at all; however, pov/s went on “And
|
||||
how do you know that you're mad?”
|
||||
|
||||
“To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog's not mad. You grant that?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I suppose so,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see, a dog growls when it's angry,
|
||||
and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now #emph[I] growl when I'm
|
||||
pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[I] call it purring, not growling,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Call it what you like,” said the Cat. “Do you play croquet with the
|
||||
Queen to-day?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I should like it very much,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, “but I haven't been invited yet.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You'll see me there,” said the Cat, and vanished.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S was not much surprised at this, pov/s was getting so used to queer
|
||||
things happening. While pov/s vrb/be/ looking at the place where it had
|
||||
been, it suddenly appeared again.
|
||||
|
||||
“By-the-bye, what became of the baby?” said the Cat. “I'd nearly
|
||||
forgotten to ask.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It turned into a pig,” pov/S quietly said, just as if it had come back
|
||||
in a natural way.
|
||||
|
||||
“I thought it would,” said the Cat, and vanished again.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not
|
||||
appear, and after a minute or two pov/s walked on in the direction in
|
||||
which the March Hare was said to live. “I've seen hatters before,” pov/s
|
||||
said to pov/r; “the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and
|
||||
perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad---at least not so mad as
|
||||
it was in March.” As pov/s said this, pov/s looked up, and there was the
|
||||
Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
|
||||
|
||||
“Did you say pig, or fig?” said the Cat.
|
||||
|
||||
“I said pig,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S replied/replied
|
||||
pov/S/; “and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so
|
||||
suddenly: you make one quite giddy.”
|
||||
|
||||
“All right,” said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly,
|
||||
beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which
|
||||
remained some time after the rest of it had gone.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/; “but a grin without a cat! It's the
|
||||
most curious thing I ever saw in my life!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s had not gone much farther before pov/s came in sight of the house
|
||||
of the March Hare: pov/s thought it must be the right house, because the
|
||||
chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with fur. It
|
||||
was so large a house, that pov/s did not like to go nearer till pov/s
|
||||
had nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom, and raised pov/r
|
||||
to about two feet high: even then pov/s walked up towards it rather
|
||||
timidly, saying to pov/r “Suppose it should be raving mad after all! I
|
||||
almost wish I'd gone to see the Hatter instead!”
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,35 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, \
|
||||
Waiting in a hot tureen! \
|
||||
Who for such dainties would not stoop? \
|
||||
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! \
|
||||
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beau---ootiful Soo---oop! \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beau---ootiful Soo---oop! \
|
||||
Soo---oop of the e---e---evening, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beautiful, beautiful Soup!
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, \
|
||||
Game, or any other dish? \
|
||||
Who would not give all else for two p \
|
||||
ennyworth only of beautiful Soup? \
|
||||
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beau---ootiful Soo---oop! \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beau---ootiful Soo---oop! \
|
||||
Soo---oop of the e---e---evening, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beautiful, beauti---FUL SOUP!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Soo---oop of the e---e---evening, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beautiful, beautiful Soup!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,74 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
All in the golden afternoon \
|
||||
#h(1em)Full leisurely we glide; \
|
||||
For both our oars, with little skill, \
|
||||
#h(1em)By little arms are plied, \
|
||||
While little hands make vain pretence \
|
||||
#h(1em)Our wanderings to guide.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beneath such dreamy weather, \
|
||||
To beg a tale of breath too weak \
|
||||
#h(1em)To stir the tiniest feather! \
|
||||
Yet what can one poor voice avail \
|
||||
#h(1em)Against three tongues together?
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Imperious Prima flashes forth \
|
||||
#h(1em)Her edict “to begin it”— \
|
||||
In gentler tones Secunda hopes \
|
||||
#h(1em)“There will be nonsense in it!”— \
|
||||
While Tertia interrupts the tale \
|
||||
#h(1em)Not more than once a minute.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Anon, to sudden silence won, \
|
||||
#h(1em)In fancy they pursue \
|
||||
The dream-child moving through a land \
|
||||
#h(1em)Of wonders wild and new, \
|
||||
In friendly chat with bird or beast— \
|
||||
#h(1em)And half believe it true.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And ever, as the story drained \
|
||||
#h(1em)The wells of fancy dry, \
|
||||
And faintly strove that weary one \
|
||||
#h(1em)To put the subject by, \
|
||||
“The rest next time—” “It is next time!” \
|
||||
#h(1em)The happy voices cry.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: \
|
||||
#h(1em)Thus slowly, one by one, \
|
||||
Its quaint events were hammered out— \
|
||||
#h(1em)And now the tale is done, \
|
||||
And home we steer, a merry crew, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Beneath the setting sun.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Y/n! A childish story take, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And, with a gentle hand, \
|
||||
Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined \
|
||||
#h(1em)In Memory’s mystic band, \
|
||||
Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers \
|
||||
#h(1em)Pluck’d in a far-off land.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -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[
|
||||
“How doth the little crocodile \
|
||||
#h(1em)Improve his shining tail, \
|
||||
And pour the waters of the Nile \
|
||||
#h(1em)On every golden scale!
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“How cheerfully he seems to grin, \
|
||||
#h(1em)How neatly spread his claws, \
|
||||
And welcome little fishes in \
|
||||
#h(1em)With gently smiling jaws!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,38 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail. \
|
||||
“There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. \
|
||||
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! \
|
||||
They are waiting on the shingle---will you come and join the dance? \
|
||||
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? \
|
||||
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be \
|
||||
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!” \
|
||||
But the snail replied “Too far, too far!” and gave a look askance--- \
|
||||
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. \
|
||||
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. \
|
||||
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied. \
|
||||
“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. \
|
||||
The further off from England the nearer is to France--- \
|
||||
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. \
|
||||
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? \
|
||||
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,26 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare, \
|
||||
“You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.” \
|
||||
As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose \
|
||||
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
[later editions continued as follows \
|
||||
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, \
|
||||
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark, \
|
||||
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, \
|
||||
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.]
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,26 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, \
|
||||
How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie---”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
[later editions continued as follows \
|
||||
The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat, \
|
||||
While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat. \
|
||||
When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon, \
|
||||
Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon: \
|
||||
While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl, \
|
||||
And concluded the banquet---]
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,61 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(
|
||||
first-line-indent: 0em,
|
||||
leading: 0.35em
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#text(size: 12pt)[#content]
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#h(3em)“Fury said to a \
|
||||
#h(3em)mouse, That he \
|
||||
#h(2em)met in the \
|
||||
#h(1em)house, \
|
||||
‘Let us \
|
||||
#h(1em)both go to \
|
||||
#h(2em)law: #emph[I] will \
|
||||
#h(3em)prosecute \
|
||||
#h(4em)#emph[you];.---Come, \
|
||||
#h(5em)I'll take no \
|
||||
#h(5em)denial; We \
|
||||
#h(4em)must have a \
|
||||
#h(3em)trial: For \
|
||||
#h(2em)really this \
|
||||
#h(1em)morning I've \
|
||||
nothing \
|
||||
to do.' \
|
||||
#h(1em)Said the \
|
||||
#h(2em)mouse to the \
|
||||
#h(3em)cur, ‘Such \
|
||||
#h(4em)a trial, \
|
||||
#h(5em)dear sir, \
|
||||
#h(7em)With \
|
||||
#h(6em)no jury \
|
||||
#h(5em)or judge, \
|
||||
#h(4em)would be \
|
||||
#h(3em)wasting \
|
||||
#h(3em)our \
|
||||
#h(3em)breath.' \
|
||||
#h(4em)‘I'll be \
|
||||
#h(4em)judge, I'll \
|
||||
#h(5em)be jury,' \
|
||||
#h(7em)Said \
|
||||
#h(5em)cunning \
|
||||
#h(6em)old Fury: \
|
||||
#h(6em)‘I'll \
|
||||
#h(6em)try the \
|
||||
#h(7em)whole \
|
||||
#h(7em)cause, \
|
||||
#h(9em)and \
|
||||
#h(6em)condemn \
|
||||
#h(6em)you \
|
||||
#h(5em)to \
|
||||
#h(6em)death.'”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,53 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“They told me you had been to her, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And mentioned me to him: \
|
||||
She gave me a good character, \
|
||||
#h(1em)But said I could not swim.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
He sent them word I had not gone \
|
||||
#h(1em)\(We know it to be true): \
|
||||
If she should push the matter on, \
|
||||
#h(1em)What would become of you?
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
I gave her one, they gave him two, \
|
||||
#h(1em)You gave us three or more; \
|
||||
They all returned from him to you, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Though they were mine before.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
If I or she should chance to be \
|
||||
#h(1em)Involved in this affair, \
|
||||
He trusts to you to set them free, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Exactly as we were.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
My notion was that you had been \
|
||||
#h(1em)\(Before she had this fit) \
|
||||
An obstacle that came between \
|
||||
#h(1em)Him, and ourselves, and it.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Don't let him know she liked them best, \
|
||||
#h(1em)For this must ever be \
|
||||
A secret, kept from all the rest, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Between yourself and me.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -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 Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, \
|
||||
#h(1em)All on a summer day: \
|
||||
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And took them quite away!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -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[
|
||||
Y/n's Right Foot, Esq., \
|
||||
#h(1em)Hearthrug, \
|
||||
#h(2em)near the Fender, \
|
||||
#h(3em)\(with Y/n's love).
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,27 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
“Speak roughly to your little boy, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And beat him when he sneezes: \
|
||||
He only does it to annoy, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Because he knows it teases.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#smallcaps[Chorus] \
|
||||
(In which the cook and the baby joined): \
|
||||
#emph[“Wow! wow! wow!”]
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,27 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#emph[
|
||||
“I speak severely to my boy, \
|
||||
#h(1em)I beat him when he sneezes; \
|
||||
For he can thoroughly enjoy \
|
||||
#h(1em)The pepper when he pleases!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
#smallcaps[Chorus] \
|
||||
#emph[“Wow! wow! wow!”]
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,17 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! \
|
||||
How I wonder what you’re at!’
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,17 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#emph(content)
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
‘Up above the world you fly, \
|
||||
Like a tea-tray in the sky. \
|
||||
#h(2em)Twinkle, twinkle---’”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,67 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said, \
|
||||
#h(1em)“And your hair has become very white; \
|
||||
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son, \
|
||||
#h(1em)“I feared it might injure the brain; \
|
||||
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Why, I do it again and again.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And have grown most uncommonly fat; \
|
||||
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)Pray, what is the reason of that?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, \
|
||||
#h(1em)“I kept all my limbs very supple \
|
||||
By the use of this ointment---one shilling the box--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)Allow me to sell you a couple?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak \
|
||||
#h(1em)For anything tougher than suet; \
|
||||
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law, \
|
||||
#h(1em)And argued each case with my wife; \
|
||||
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, \
|
||||
#h(1em)Has lasted the rest of my life.”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose \
|
||||
#h(1em)That your eye was as steady as ever; \
|
||||
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--- \
|
||||
#h(1em)What made you so awfully clever?”
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,” \
|
||||
#h(1em)Said his father; “don't give yourself airs! \
|
||||
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? \
|
||||
#h(1em)Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!”
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,243 @@
|
|||
== The Lobster Quadrille
|
||||
The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across
|
||||
his eyes. He looked at pov/O, and tried to speak, but for a minute or
|
||||
two sobs choked his voice. “Same as if he had a bone in his throat,”
|
||||
said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the
|
||||
back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears
|
||||
running down his cheeks, he went on again:---
|
||||
|
||||
“You may not have lived much under the sea---” (“I haven't,” alt/first
|
||||
and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/)---“and perhaps you were
|
||||
never even introduced to a lobster---” (Pov/S began to say “I once
|
||||
tasted---” but checked pov/r hastily, and said “No, never”) “---so you
|
||||
can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!”
|
||||
|
||||
“No, indeed,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
“What sort of a dance is it?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why,” said the Gryphon, “you first form into a line along the
|
||||
sea-shore---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Two lines!” cried the Mock Turtle. “Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on;
|
||||
then, when you've cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way---”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[That] generally takes some time,” interrupted the Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“---you advance twice---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Each with a lobster as a partner!” cried the Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course,” the Mock Turtle said: “advance twice, set to partners---”
|
||||
|
||||
“---change lobsters, and retire in same order,” continued the Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then, you know,” the Mock Turtle went on, “you throw the---”
|
||||
|
||||
“The lobsters!” shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air.
|
||||
|
||||
“---as far out to sea as you can---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Swim after them!” screamed the Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“Turn a somersault in the sea!” cried the Mock Turtle, capering wildly
|
||||
about.
|
||||
|
||||
“Change lobsters again!” yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice.
|
||||
|
||||
“Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,” said the Mock
|
||||
Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had been
|
||||
jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly
|
||||
and quietly, and looked at pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“It must be a very pretty dance,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/ timidly.
|
||||
|
||||
“Would you like to see a little of it?” said the Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
“Very much indeed,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come, let's try the first figure!” said the Mock Turtle to the Gryphon.
|
||||
“We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, #emph[you] sing,” said the Gryphon. “I've forgotten the words.”
|
||||
|
||||
So they began solemnly dancing round and round pov/O, every now and then
|
||||
treading on pov/p toes when they passed too close, and waving their
|
||||
forepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang this, very slowly
|
||||
and sadly:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/lobster-quadrille-part-1.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch,” alt/first and
|
||||
second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, feeling very glad that it was
|
||||
over at last: “and I do so like that curious song about the whiting!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, as to the whiting,” said the Mock Turtle, “they---you've seen them,
|
||||
of course?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “I've often
|
||||
seen them at dinn---” pov/s checked herself hastily.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't know where Dinn may be,” said the Mock Turtle, “but if you've
|
||||
seen them so often, of course you know what they're like.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I believe so,” pov/S replied thoughtfully. “They have their tails in
|
||||
their mouths---and they're all over crumbs.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You're wrong about the crumbs,” said the Mock Turtle: “crumbs would all
|
||||
wash off in the sea. But they #emph[have] their tails in their mouths;
|
||||
and the reason is---” here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his
|
||||
eyes.---“Tell her about the reason and all that,” he said to the
|
||||
Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“The reason is,” said the Gryphon, “that they #emph[would] go with the
|
||||
lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to
|
||||
fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So they
|
||||
couldn't get them out again. That's all.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Thank you,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “it's
|
||||
very interesting. I never knew so much about a whiting before.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I can tell you more than that, if you like,” said the Gryphon. “Do you
|
||||
know why it's called a whiting?”
|
||||
|
||||
“I never thought about it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/. “Why?”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[It does the boots and shoes];,” the Gryphon replied very
|
||||
solemnly.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S was thoroughly puzzled. “Does the boots and shoes!” pov/s repeated
|
||||
in a wondering tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, what are #emph[your] shoes done with?” said the Gryphon. “I mean,
|
||||
what makes them so shiny?”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked down at them, and considered a little before pov/s gave
|
||||
pov/p answer. “They're done with blacking, I believe.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Boots and shoes under the sea,” the Gryphon went on in a deep voice,
|
||||
“are done with a whiting. Now you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And what are they made of?” pov/S asked in a tone of great curiosity.
|
||||
|
||||
“Soles and eels, of course,” the Gryphon replied rather impatiently:
|
||||
“any shrimp could have told you that.”
|
||||
|
||||
“If I'd been the whiting,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, whose thoughts were still running on the song, “I'd have said to
|
||||
the porpoise, ‘Keep back, please: we don't want #emph[you] with us!'”
|
||||
|
||||
“They were obliged to have him with them,” the Mock Turtle said: “no
|
||||
wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Wouldn't it really?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ in a tone of great surprise.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course not,” said the Mock Turtle: “why, if a fish came to
|
||||
#emph[me];, and told me he was going a journey, I should say ‘With what
|
||||
porpoise?'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Don't you mean ‘purpose'?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“I mean what I say,” the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. And
|
||||
the Gryphon added “Come, let's hear some of #emph[your] adventures.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I could tell you my adventures---beginning from this morning,”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ a little timidly:
|
||||
“but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different
|
||||
person then.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Explain all that,” said the Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, no! The adventures first,” said the Gryphon in an impatient tone:
|
||||
“explanations take such a dreadful time.”
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/S began telling them pov/p adventures from the time when pov/s
|
||||
first saw the White Rabbit. Pov/s was a little nervous about it just at
|
||||
first, the two creatures got so close to pov/o, one on each side, and
|
||||
opened their eyes and mouths so #emph[very] wide, but pov/s gained
|
||||
courage as pov/s went on. Pov/p listeners were perfectly quiet till
|
||||
pov/s got to the part about her repeating “#emph[You are old, Father
|
||||
William];,” to the Caterpillar, and the words all coming different, and
|
||||
then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said “That's very curious.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's all about as curious as it can be,” said the Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“It all came different!” the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. “I
|
||||
should like to hear prn/o try and repeat something now. Tell prn/o to
|
||||
begin.” He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of
|
||||
authority over pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“Stand up and repeat ‘'#emph[Tis the voice of the sluggard];,'” said the
|
||||
Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/; “I might as
|
||||
well be at school at once.” However, pov/s got up, and began to repeat
|
||||
it, but pov/p head was so full of the Lobster Quadrille, that pov/s
|
||||
hardly knew what pov/s vrb/be/ saying, and the words came very queer
|
||||
indeed:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/lobster-quadrille-part-2.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“That's different from what #emph[I] used to say when I was a child,”
|
||||
said the Gryphon.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I never heard it before,” said the Mock Turtle; “but it sounds
|
||||
uncommon nonsense.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S said nothing; pov/s had sat down with pov/p face in pov/p hands,
|
||||
wondering if anything would #emph[ever] happen in a natural way again.
|
||||
|
||||
“I should like to have it explained,” said the Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
“Prn/s can't explain it,” said the Gryphon hastily. “Go on with the next
|
||||
verse.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But about his toes?” the Mock Turtle persisted. “How #emph[could] he
|
||||
turn them out with his nose, you know?”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's the first position in dancing.” pov/S said; but was dreadfully
|
||||
puzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the subject.
|
||||
|
||||
“Go on with the next verse,” the Gryphon repeated impatiently: “it
|
||||
begins ‘#emph[I passed by his garden];.'”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not dare to disobey, though pov/s felt sure it would all come
|
||||
wrong, and pov/s went on in a trembling voice:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/lobster-quadrille-part-3.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“What #emph[is] the use of repeating all that stuff,” the Mock Turtle
|
||||
interrupted, “if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the most
|
||||
confusing thing #emph[I] ever heard!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, I think you'd better leave off,” said the Gryphon: and pov/S was
|
||||
only too glad to do so.
|
||||
|
||||
“Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?” the Gryphon went
|
||||
on. “Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,” pov/S
|
||||
replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone,
|
||||
“Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing prn/o ‘#emph[Turtle Soup];,' will
|
||||
you, old fellow?”
|
||||
|
||||
The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked
|
||||
with sobs, to sing this:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/beautiful-soup-part-1.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Chorus again!” cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begun to
|
||||
repeat it, when a cry of “The trial's beginning!” was heard in the
|
||||
distance.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come on!” cried the Gryphon, and, taking pov/O by the hand, it hurried
|
||||
off, without waiting for the end of the song.
|
||||
|
||||
“What trial is it?” pov/S panted as pov/s ran; but the Gryphon only
|
||||
answered “Come on!” and ran the faster, while more and more faintly
|
||||
came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words:---
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,328 @@
|
|||
== The Mock Turtle's Story
|
||||
“You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!”
|
||||
said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into pov/P, and
|
||||
plv/s walked off together.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S vrB/be/ very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and
|
||||
thought to pov/r that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her
|
||||
so savage when plv/s met in the kitchen.
|
||||
|
||||
“When #emph[I'm] a Duchess,” pov/s said to pov/r, (not in a very hopeful
|
||||
tone though), “I won't have any pepper in my kitchen #emph[at all];.
|
||||
Soup does very well without---Maybe it's always pepper that makes people
|
||||
hot-tempered,” pov/s went on, very much pleased at having found out a
|
||||
new kind of rule, “and vinegar that makes them sour---and camomile that
|
||||
makes them bitter---and---and barley-sugar and such things that make
|
||||
children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew #emph[that];: then they
|
||||
wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and vrb/be/ a little
|
||||
startled when pov/s heard her voice close to pov/p ear. “You're thinking
|
||||
about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't
|
||||
tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in
|
||||
a bit.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Perhaps it hasn't one,” pov/S ventured to remark.
|
||||
|
||||
“Tut, tut, child!” said the Duchess. “Everything's got a moral, if only
|
||||
you can find it.” And she squeezed herself up closer to pov/P side as
|
||||
she spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not much like keeping so close to her: first, because the
|
||||
Duchess was #emph[very] ugly; and secondly, because she was exactly the
|
||||
right height to rest her chin upon pov/P shoulder, and it was an
|
||||
uncomfortably sharp chin. However, pov/s did not like to be rude, so
|
||||
pov/s bore it as well as pov/s could.
|
||||
|
||||
“The game's going on rather better now,” pov/s said, by way of keeping
|
||||
up the conversation a little.
|
||||
|
||||
“'Tis so,” said the Duchess: “and the moral of that is---‘Oh, 'tis love,
|
||||
'tis love, that makes the world go round!'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Somebody said,” pov/S whispered, “that it's done by everybody minding
|
||||
their own business!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Ah, well! It means much the same thing,” said the Duchess, digging her
|
||||
sharp little chin into pov/P shoulder as she added, “and the moral of
|
||||
#emph[that] is---‘Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care
|
||||
of themselves.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“How fond she is of finding morals in things!” pov/S thought to pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
“I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist,”
|
||||
the Duchess said after a pause: “the reason is, that I'm doubtful about
|
||||
the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?”
|
||||
|
||||
“He might bite,” pov/S cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to
|
||||
have the experiment tried.
|
||||
|
||||
“Very true,” said the Duchess: “flamingoes and mustard both bite. And
|
||||
the moral of that is---‘Birds of a feather flock together.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Only mustard isn't a bird,” pov/S remarked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Right, as usual,” said the Duchess: “what a clear way you have of
|
||||
putting things!”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a mineral, I #emph[think];,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course it is,” said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to
|
||||
everything that pov/S said; “there's a large mustard-mine near here. And
|
||||
the moral of that is---‘The more there is of mine, the less there is of
|
||||
yours.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, I know!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S exclaimed/exclaimed
|
||||
pov/S/, who had not attended to this last remark, “it's a vegetable. It
|
||||
doesn't look like one, but it is.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I quite agree with you,” said the Duchess; “and the moral of that
|
||||
is---‘Be what you would seem to be'---or if you'd like it put more
|
||||
simply---‘Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might
|
||||
appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise
|
||||
than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“I think I should understand that better,” pov/S said very politely, “if
|
||||
I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,” the Duchess replied, in
|
||||
a pleased tone.
|
||||
|
||||
“Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,” alt/first
|
||||
and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, don't talk about trouble!” said the Duchess. “I make you a present
|
||||
of everything I've said as yet.”
|
||||
|
||||
“A cheap sort of present!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/. “I'm glad they don't give birthday presents like
|
||||
that!” But she did not venture to say it out loud.
|
||||
|
||||
“Thinking again?” the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp
|
||||
little chin.
|
||||
|
||||
“I've a right to think,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ sharply, for pov/s vrb/be/ beginning to feel a little worried.
|
||||
|
||||
“Just about as much right,” said the Duchess, “as pigs have to fly; and
|
||||
the m---”
|
||||
|
||||
But here, to pov/P great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even
|
||||
in the middle of her favourite word ‘moral,' and the arm that was linked
|
||||
into hers began to tremble. Pov/S looked up, and there stood the Queen
|
||||
in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.
|
||||
|
||||
“A fine day, your Majesty!” the Duchess began in a low, weak voice.
|
||||
|
||||
“Now, I give you fair warning,” shouted the Queen, stamping on the
|
||||
ground as she spoke; “either you or your head must be off, and that in
|
||||
about half no time! Take your choice!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.
|
||||
|
||||
“Let's go on with the game,” the Queen said to pov/O; and pov/S vrB/be/
|
||||
too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the
|
||||
croquet-ground.
|
||||
|
||||
The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence, and were
|
||||
resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they hurried
|
||||
back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment's delay would
|
||||
cost them their lives.
|
||||
|
||||
All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarrelling with
|
||||
the other players, and shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her
|
||||
head!” Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers,
|
||||
who of course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that by the
|
||||
end of half an hour or so there were no arches left, and all the
|
||||
players, except the King, the Queen, and pov/S, were in custody and
|
||||
under sentence of execution.
|
||||
|
||||
Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to pov/O, “Have
|
||||
you seen the Mock Turtle yet?”
|
||||
|
||||
“No,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/. “I don't
|
||||
even know what a Mock Turtle is.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/the Queen said/said the Queen/.
|
||||
|
||||
“I never saw one, or heard of one,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come on, then,” alt/first and second or third/the Queen said/said the
|
||||
Queen/, “and he shall tell you his history.”
|
||||
|
||||
As they walked off together, pov/S heard the King say in a low voice, to
|
||||
the company generally, “You are all pardoned.” “Come, #emph[that's] a
|
||||
good thing!” pov/s said to pov/r, for pov/s had felt quite unhappy at
|
||||
the number of executions the Queen had ordered.
|
||||
|
||||
They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (If
|
||||
you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) “Up, lazy
|
||||
thing!” said the Queen, “and take this young also/lady to see the Mock
|
||||
Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some
|
||||
executions I have ordered;” and she walked off, leaving pov/O alone with
|
||||
the Gryphon. Pov/S did not quite like the look of the creature, but on
|
||||
the whole pov/s thought it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to
|
||||
go after that savage Queen: so pov/s waited.
|
||||
|
||||
The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till
|
||||
she was out of sight: then it chuckled. “What fun!” said the Gryphon,
|
||||
half to itself, half to pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“What #emph[is] the fun?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, #emph[she];,” said the Gryphon. “It's all her fancy, that: they
|
||||
never executes nobody, you know. Come on!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Everybody says ‘come on!' here,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/, as pov/s went slowly after it: “I never was so
|
||||
ordered about in all my life, never!”
|
||||
|
||||
They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance,
|
||||
sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came
|
||||
nearer, pov/S could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. Pov/s
|
||||
pitied him deeply. “What is his sorrow?” pov/s asked the Gryphon, and
|
||||
the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, “It's all
|
||||
his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!”
|
||||
|
||||
So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes
|
||||
full of tears, but said nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
“This here young also/lady,” said the Gryphon, “prn/s wants for to know
|
||||
your history, prn/s do.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll tell it prn/o,” said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone: “sit
|
||||
down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.”
|
||||
|
||||
So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Pov/S thought to
|
||||
pov/r, “I don't see how he can #emph[ever] finish, if he doesn't begin.”
|
||||
But pov/s waited patiently.
|
||||
|
||||
“Once,” said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, “I was a real
|
||||
Turtle.”
|
||||
|
||||
These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an
|
||||
occasional exclamation of “Hjckrrh!” from the Gryphon, and the constant
|
||||
heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Pov/S vrB/be/ very nearly getting up
|
||||
and saying, “Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,” but pov/s
|
||||
could not help thinking there #emph[must] be more to come, so pov/s sat
|
||||
still and said nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
“When we were little,” the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly,
|
||||
though still sobbing a little now and then, “we went to school in the
|
||||
sea. The master was an old Turtle---we used to call him Tortoise---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?” pov/S asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“We called him Tortoise because he taught us,” said the Mock Turtle
|
||||
angrily: “really you are very dull!”
|
||||
|
||||
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question,”
|
||||
added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor
|
||||
pov/O, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon said
|
||||
to the Mock Turtle, “Drive on, old fellow! Don't be all day about it!”
|
||||
and he went on in these words:
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it---”
|
||||
|
||||
“I never said I didn't!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
interrupted/interrupted pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“You did,” said the Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
“Hold your tongue!” added the Gryphon, before pov/S could speak again.
|
||||
The Mock Turtle went on.
|
||||
|
||||
“We had the best of educations---in fact, we went to school every
|
||||
day---”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[I've] been to a day-school, too,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/; “you needn't be so proud as all that.”
|
||||
|
||||
“With extras?” asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “we learned
|
||||
French and music.”
|
||||
|
||||
“And washing?” said the Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
“Certainly not!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/
|
||||
indignantly.
|
||||
|
||||
“Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school,” said the Mock Turtle in a
|
||||
tone of great relief. “Now at #emph[ours] they had at the end of the
|
||||
bill, ‘French, music, #emph[and washing];---extra.'”
|
||||
|
||||
“You couldn't have wanted it much,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/; “living at the bottom of the sea.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I couldn't afford to learn it.” said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. “I
|
||||
only took the regular course.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What was that?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S inquired/inquired
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,” the Mock Turtle
|
||||
replied; “and then the different branches of Arithmetic---Ambition,
|
||||
Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I never heard of ‘Uglification,'” pov/S ventured to say. “What is it?”
|
||||
|
||||
The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. “What! Never heard of
|
||||
uglifying!” it exclaimed. “You know what to beautify is, I suppose?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ doubtfully:
|
||||
“it means---to---make---anything---prettier.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, then,” the Gryphon went on, “if you don't know what to uglify is,
|
||||
you #emph[are] a simpleton.”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so
|
||||
pov/s turned to the Mock Turtle, and said “What else had you to learn?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, there was Mystery,” the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the
|
||||
subjects on his flappers, “---Mystery, ancient and modern, with
|
||||
Seaography: then Drawling---the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel,
|
||||
that used to come once a week: #emph[he] taught us Drawling, Stretching,
|
||||
and Fainting in Coils.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What was #emph[that] like?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I can't show it you myself,” the Mock Turtle said: “I'm too
|
||||
stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Hadn't time,” said the Gryphon: “I went to the Classics master, though.
|
||||
He was an old crab, #emph[he] was.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I never went to him,” the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: “he taught
|
||||
Laughing and Grief, they used to say.”
|
||||
|
||||
“So he did, so he did,” said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and both
|
||||
creatures hid their faces in their paws.
|
||||
|
||||
“And how many hours a day did you do lessons?” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, in a hurry to change the subject.
|
||||
|
||||
“Ten hours the first day,” said the Mock Turtle: “nine the next, and so
|
||||
on.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What a curious plan!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
exclaimed/exclaimed pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's the reason they're called lessons,” the Gryphon remarked:
|
||||
“because they lessen from day to day.”
|
||||
|
||||
This was quite a new idea to pov/O, and pov/s thought it over a little
|
||||
before pov/s made pov/p next remark. “Then the eleventh day must have
|
||||
been a holiday?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course it was,” said the Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
“And how did you manage on the twelfth?” pov/S went on eagerly.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's enough about lessons,” the Gryphon interrupted in a very decided
|
||||
tone: “tell prn/o something about the games now.”
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,202 @@
|
|||
== The Pool of Tears
|
||||
“Curiouser and curiouser!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
cried/cried pov/S/ (pov/s vrb/be/ so much surprised, that for the moment
|
||||
pov/s quite forgot how to speak good English); “now I'm opening out like
|
||||
the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when pov/s
|
||||
looked down at pov/p feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they
|
||||
were getting so far off). “Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will
|
||||
put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure #emph[I]
|
||||
shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself
|
||||
about you: you must manage the best way you can;---but I must be kind to
|
||||
them,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/, “or
|
||||
perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them
|
||||
a new pair of boots every Christmas.”
|
||||
|
||||
And pov/s went on planning to pov/r how pov/s would manage it. “They
|
||||
must go by the carrier,” pov/s thought; “and how funny it'll seem,
|
||||
sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will
|
||||
look!
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/right-foot-esq.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!”
|
||||
|
||||
Just then pov/p head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact pov/s
|
||||
was now more than nine feet high, and pov/s at once took up the little
|
||||
golden key and hurried off to the garden door.
|
||||
|
||||
Poor pov/S! It was as much as pov/s could do, lying down on one side, to
|
||||
look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more
|
||||
hopeless than ever: pov/s sat down and began to cry again.
|
||||
|
||||
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “a great prn/n like you,” (pov/s might
|
||||
well say this), “to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell
|
||||
you!” But pov/s went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until
|
||||
there was a large pool all round pov/o, about four inches deep and
|
||||
reaching half down the hall.
|
||||
|
||||
After a time pov/s heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and
|
||||
pov/s hastily dried pov/p eyes to see what was coming. It was the White
|
||||
Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in
|
||||
one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great
|
||||
hurry, muttering to himself as he came, “Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess!
|
||||
Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!” Pov/S felt so
|
||||
desperate that pov/s was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the
|
||||
Rabbit came near pov/p, pov/s began, in a low, timid voice, “If you
|
||||
please, sir---” The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid
|
||||
gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he
|
||||
could go.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, pov/s
|
||||
kept fanning pov/r all the time pov/s went on talking: “Dear, dear! How
|
||||
queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual.
|
||||
I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same
|
||||
when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a
|
||||
little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in
|
||||
the world am I? Ah, #emph[that's] the great puzzle!” And pov/s began
|
||||
thinking over all the children pov/s knew that were of the same age as
|
||||
pov/r, to see if pov/s could have been changed for any of them.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure I'm not Ada,” pov/s said, “for prn/p hair goes in such long
|
||||
ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't
|
||||
be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and prn/s, oh! prn/s knows
|
||||
such a very little! Besides, #emph[prn/s's] prn/s, and #emph[I'm] I,
|
||||
and---oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things
|
||||
I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times
|
||||
six is thirteen, and four times seven is---oh dear! I shall never get to
|
||||
twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify:
|
||||
let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the
|
||||
capital of Rome, and Rome---no, #emph[that's] all wrong, I'm certain! I
|
||||
must have been changed for Mabel! I'll try and say ‘#emph[How doth the
|
||||
little];---'” and pov/s crossed pov/p hands on pov/p lap as if pov/s
|
||||
were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but pov/p voice sounded
|
||||
hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to
|
||||
do:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/how-doth-the-little-crocodile.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm sure those are not the right words,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/s said/said poor pov/O/, and pov/p eyes filled with tears
|
||||
again as pov/s went on, “I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to
|
||||
go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play
|
||||
with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I've made up my mind
|
||||
about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no use their
|
||||
putting their heads down and saying ‘Come up again, dear!' I shall only
|
||||
look up and say ‘Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like
|
||||
being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm
|
||||
somebody else'---but, oh dear!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
cried/cried pov/S/, with a sudden burst of tears, “I do wish they
|
||||
#emph[would] put their heads down! I am so #emph[very] tired of being
|
||||
all alone here!”
|
||||
|
||||
As pov/s said this pov/s looked down at pov/p hands, and was surprised
|
||||
to see that pov/s had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves
|
||||
while pov/s was talking. “How #emph[can] I have done that?” pov/s
|
||||
thought. “I must be growing small again.” Pov/s got up and went to the
|
||||
table to measure pov/r by it, and found that, as nearly as pov/s could
|
||||
guess, pov/s vrb/be/ now about two feet high, and vrb/be/ going on
|
||||
shrinking rapidly: pov/s soon found out that the cause of this was the
|
||||
fan pov/s was holding, and pov/s dropped it hastily, just in time to
|
||||
avoid shrinking away altogether.
|
||||
|
||||
“That #emph[was] a narrow escape!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very
|
||||
glad to find pov/r still in existence; “and now for the garden!” and
|
||||
pov/s ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little
|
||||
door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass
|
||||
table as before, “and things are worse than ever,” thought the poor
|
||||
child, “for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare
|
||||
it's too bad, that it is!”
|
||||
|
||||
As pov/s said these words pov/p foot slipped, and in another moment,
|
||||
splash! pov/s vrb/be/ up to pov/p chin in salt water. Pov/p first idea
|
||||
was that pov/s had somehow fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can
|
||||
go back by railway,” pov/s said to pov/r. (Pov/S had been to the seaside
|
||||
once in pov/p life, and had come to the general conclusion, that
|
||||
wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing
|
||||
machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden
|
||||
spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway
|
||||
station.) However, pov/s soon made out that pov/s was in the pool of
|
||||
tears which pov/s had wept when pov/s was nine feet high.
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish I hadn't cried so much!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, as pov/s swam about, trying to find pov/p way out. “I
|
||||
shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own
|
||||
tears! That #emph[will] be a queer thing, to be sure! However,
|
||||
everything is queer to-day.”
|
||||
|
||||
Just then pov/s heard something splashing about in the pool a little way
|
||||
off, and pov/s swam nearer to make out what it was: at first pov/s
|
||||
thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then pov/s remembered
|
||||
how small pov/s vrb/be/ now, and pov/s soon made out that it was only a
|
||||
mouse that had slipped in like pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
“Would it be of any use, now,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/, “to speak to this mouse? Everything is so
|
||||
out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk:
|
||||
at any rate, there's no harm in trying.” So pov/s began: “O Mouse, do
|
||||
you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about
|
||||
here, O Mouse!” (Pov/S thought this must be the right way of speaking to
|
||||
a mouse: pov/s had never done such a thing before, but pov/s remembered
|
||||
having seen in pov/p brother's Latin Grammar, “A mouse---of a mouse---to
|
||||
a mouse---a mouse---O mouse!”) The Mouse looked at pov/o rather
|
||||
inquisitively, and seemed to pov/o to wink with one of its little eyes,
|
||||
but it said nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
“Perhaps it doesn't understand English,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/; “I daresay it's a French mouse, come
|
||||
over with William the Conqueror.” (For, with all pov/p knowledge of
|
||||
history, pov/S had no very clear notion how long ago anything had
|
||||
happened.) So pov/s began again: “Où est ma chatte?” which was the first
|
||||
sentence in pov/p French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out
|
||||
of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. “Oh, I beg your
|
||||
pardon!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried pov/S/ hastily,
|
||||
afraid that pov/s had hurt the poor animal's feelings. “I quite forgot
|
||||
you didn't like cats.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Not like cats!” cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. “Would
|
||||
#emph[you] like cats if you were me?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, perhaps not,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ in a soothing tone: “don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I
|
||||
could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you
|
||||
could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,” pov/S went on, half
|
||||
to pov/r, as pov/s swam lazily about in the pool, “and she sits purring
|
||||
so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face---and she
|
||||
is such a nice soft thing to nurse---and she's such a capital one for
|
||||
catching mice---oh, I beg your pardon!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S cried/cried pov/S/ again, for this time the Mouse was
|
||||
bristling all over, and pov/s felt certain it must be really offended.
|
||||
“We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.”
|
||||
|
||||
“We indeed!” cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his
|
||||
tail. “As if #emph[I] would talk on such a subject! Our family always
|
||||
#emph[hated] cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name
|
||||
again!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I won't indeed!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,
|
||||
in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. “Are you---are
|
||||
you fond---of---of dogs?” The Mouse did not answer, so pov/S went on
|
||||
eagerly: “There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like
|
||||
to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long
|
||||
curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll
|
||||
sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things---I can't
|
||||
remember half of them---and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he
|
||||
says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all
|
||||
the rats and---oh dear!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried
|
||||
pov/S/ in a sorrowful tone, “I'm afraid I've offended it again!” For the
|
||||
Mouse was swimming away from pov/o as hard as it could go, and making
|
||||
quite a commotion in the pool as it went.
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s called softly after it, “Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we
|
||||
won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't like them!” When the
|
||||
Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to pov/o: its
|
||||
face was quite pale (with passion, pov/S thought), and it said in a low
|
||||
trembling voice, “Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my
|
||||
history, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.”
|
||||
|
||||
It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the
|
||||
birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo,
|
||||
a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Pov/S led the
|
||||
way, and the whole party swam to the shore.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,310 @@
|
|||
== The Queen’s Croquet-Ground
|
||||
A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses
|
||||
growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily
|
||||
painting them red. Pov/S thought this a very curious thing, and pov/s
|
||||
went nearer to watch them, and just as pov/s came up to them pov/s heard
|
||||
one of them say, “Look out now, Five! Don't go splashing paint over me
|
||||
like that!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I couldn't help it,” said Five, in a sulky tone; “Seven jogged my
|
||||
elbow.”
|
||||
|
||||
On which Seven looked up and said, “That's right, Five! Always lay the
|
||||
blame on others!”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[You'd] better not talk!” said Five. “I heard the Queen say only
|
||||
yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!”
|
||||
|
||||
“What for?” said the one who had spoken first.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's none of #emph[your] business, Two!” said Seven.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, it #emph[is] his business!” said Five, “and I'll tell him---it was
|
||||
for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.”
|
||||
|
||||
Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun “Well, of all the unjust
|
||||
things---” when his eye chanced to fall upon pov/O, as pov/s stood
|
||||
watching them, and he checked himself suddenly: the others looked round
|
||||
also, and all of them bowed low.
|
||||
|
||||
“Would you tell me,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, a little timidly, “why you are painting those roses?”
|
||||
|
||||
Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low
|
||||
voice, “Why the fact is, you see, Prn/h, this here ought to have been a
|
||||
#emph[red] rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the
|
||||
Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you
|
||||
know. So you see, Prn/h, we're doing our best, afore she comes, to---”
|
||||
At this moment Five, who had been anxiously looking across the garden,
|
||||
called out “The Queen! The Queen!” and the three gardeners instantly
|
||||
threw themselves flat upon their faces. There was a sound of many
|
||||
footsteps, and pov/S looked round, eager to see the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like the
|
||||
three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the
|
||||
corners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over with
|
||||
diamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these came
|
||||
the royal children; there were ten of them, and the little dears came
|
||||
jumping merrily along hand in hand, in couples: they were all ornamented
|
||||
with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among
|
||||
them pov/S recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried
|
||||
nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without
|
||||
noticing pov/o. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's
|
||||
crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this grand
|
||||
procession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S was rather doubtful whether pov/s ought not to lie down on pov/p
|
||||
face like the three gardeners, but pov/s could not remember ever having
|
||||
heard of such a rule at processions; “and besides, what would be the use
|
||||
of a procession,” alt/first and second or third/pov/s thought/thought
|
||||
pov/s/, “if people had all to lie down upon their faces, so that they
|
||||
couldn't see it?” So pov/s stood still where pov/s vrb/be/, and waited.
|
||||
|
||||
When the procession came opposite to pov/O, they all stopped and looked
|
||||
at pov/o, and the Queen said severely “Who is this?” She said it to the
|
||||
Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.
|
||||
|
||||
“Idiot!” said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, turning to
|
||||
pov/S, she went on, “What's your name, child?”
|
||||
|
||||
“My name is Y/n, so please your Majesty,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ very politely; but she added, to herself,
|
||||
“Why, they're only a pack of cards, after all. I needn't be afraid of
|
||||
them!”
|
||||
|
||||
“And who are #emph[these?];” said the Queen, pointing to the three
|
||||
gardeners who were lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were
|
||||
lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the
|
||||
rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or
|
||||
soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own children.
|
||||
|
||||
“How should #emph[I] know?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, surprised at pov/o own courage. “It's no business of
|
||||
#emph[mine];.”
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at pov/o for a
|
||||
moment like a wild beast, screamed “Off with prn/p head! Off---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Nonsense!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, very
|
||||
loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.
|
||||
|
||||
The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said “Consider, my
|
||||
dear: prn/s vrn/present/be/ only a child!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave “Turn them
|
||||
over!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot.
|
||||
|
||||
“Get up!” said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the three
|
||||
gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen,
|
||||
the royal children, and everybody else.
|
||||
|
||||
“Leave off that!” screamed the Queen. “You make me giddy.” And then,
|
||||
turning to the rose-tree, she went on, “What #emph[have] you been doing
|
||||
here?”
|
||||
|
||||
“May it please your Majesty,” said Two, in a very humble tone, going
|
||||
down on one knee as he spoke, “we were trying---”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[I] see!” said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the
|
||||
roses. “Off with their heads!” and the procession moved on, three of the
|
||||
soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners, who ran
|
||||
to pov/S for protection.
|
||||
|
||||
“You shan't be beheaded!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, and pov/s put them into a large flower-pot that stood near. The
|
||||
three soldiers wandered about for a minute or two, looking for them, and
|
||||
then quietly marched off after the others.
|
||||
|
||||
“Are their heads off?” shouted the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!” the soldiers shouted
|
||||
in reply.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's right!” shouted the Queen. “Can you play croquet?”
|
||||
|
||||
The soldiers were silent, and looked at pov/O, as the question was
|
||||
evidently meant for pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S shouted/shouted pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come on, then!” alt/first and second or third/the Queen roared/roared
|
||||
the Queen/, and pov/S joined the procession, wondering very much what
|
||||
would happen next.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's---it's a very fine day!” said a timid voice at pov/o side. Pov/s
|
||||
was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into pov/p
|
||||
face.
|
||||
|
||||
“Very,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/:
|
||||
“---where's the Duchess?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Hush! Hush!” said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He looked
|
||||
anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself upon
|
||||
tiptoe, put his mouth close to pov/p ear, and whispered “She's under
|
||||
sentence of execution.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What for?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Did you say ‘What a pity!'?” the Rabbit asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, I didn't,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/: “I
|
||||
don't think it's at all a pity. I said ‘What for?'”
|
||||
|
||||
“She boxed the Queen's ears---” the Rabbit began. Pov/S gave a little
|
||||
scream of laughter. “Oh, hush!” the Rabbit whispered in a frightened
|
||||
tone. “The Queen will hear you! You see, she came rather late, and the
|
||||
Queen said---”
|
||||
|
||||
“Get to your places!” shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and
|
||||
people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each
|
||||
other; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game
|
||||
began. Pov/S thought pov/s had never seen such a curious croquet-ground
|
||||
in her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live
|
||||
hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double
|
||||
themselves up and to stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.
|
||||
|
||||
The chief difficulty pov/S found at first was in managing pov/p
|
||||
flamingo: pov/s succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably
|
||||
enough, under pov/p arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just
|
||||
as pov/s had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going to give
|
||||
the hedgehog a blow with its head, it #emph[would] twist itself round
|
||||
and look up in pov/p face, with such a puzzled expression that pov/s
|
||||
could not help bursting out laughing: and when pov/s had got its head
|
||||
down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that
|
||||
the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away:
|
||||
besides all this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way
|
||||
wherever pov/s wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up
|
||||
soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the
|
||||
ground, pov/S soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult
|
||||
game indeed.
|
||||
|
||||
The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrelling
|
||||
all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short time
|
||||
the Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about, and
|
||||
shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her head!” about once in a
|
||||
minute.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, pov/s had not as yet had
|
||||
any dispute with the Queen, but pov/s knew that it might happen any
|
||||
minute, “and then,” alt/first and second or third/pov/s thought/thought
|
||||
pov/s/, “what would become of me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading
|
||||
people here; the great wonder is, that there's any one left alive!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether
|
||||
pov/s could get away without being seen, when pov/s noticed a curious
|
||||
appearance in the air: it puzzled pov/o very much at first, but, after
|
||||
watching it a minute or two, pov/s made it out to be a grin, and pov/s
|
||||
said to herself “It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall have somebody to
|
||||
talk to.”
|
||||
|
||||
“How are you getting on?” said the Cat, as soon as there was mouth
|
||||
enough for it to speak with.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. “It's no use
|
||||
speaking to it,” pov/s thought, “till its ears have come, or at least
|
||||
one of them.” In another minute the whole head appeared, and then pov/S
|
||||
put down pov/p flamingo, and began an account of the game, feeling very
|
||||
glad pov/s had someone to listen to her. The Cat seemed to think that
|
||||
there was enough of it now in sight, and no more of it appeared.
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't think they play at all fairly,” pov/S began, in rather a
|
||||
complaining tone, “and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't hear
|
||||
oneself speak---and they don't seem to have any rules in particular; at
|
||||
least, if there are, nobody attends to them---and you've no idea how
|
||||
confusing it is all the things being alive; for instance, there's the
|
||||
arch I've got to go through next walking about at the other end of the
|
||||
ground---and I should have croqueted the Queen's hedgehog just now, only
|
||||
it ran away when it saw mine coming!”
|
||||
|
||||
“How do you like the Queen?” said the Cat in a low voice.
|
||||
|
||||
“Not at all,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/:
|
||||
“she's so extremely---” Just then pov/s noticed that the Queen was close
|
||||
behind pov/o, listening: so pov/s went on, “---likely to win, that it's
|
||||
hardly worth while finishing the game.”
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen smiled and passed on.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who #emph[are] you talking to?” said the King, going up to pov/O, and
|
||||
looking at the Cat's head with great curiosity.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a friend of mine---a Cheshire Cat,” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/: “allow me to introduce it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I don't like the look of it at all,” said the King: “however, it may
|
||||
kiss my hand if it likes.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'd rather not,” the Cat remarked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Don't be impertinent,” said the King, “and don't look at me like that!”
|
||||
He got behind pov/O as he spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
“A cat may look at a king,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/. “I've read that in some book, but I don't remember
|
||||
where.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, it must be removed,” said the King very decidedly, and he called
|
||||
the Queen, who was passing at the moment, “My dear! I wish you would
|
||||
have this cat removed!”
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small.
|
||||
“Off with his head!” she said, without even looking round.
|
||||
|
||||
“I'll fetch the executioner myself,” said the King eagerly, and he
|
||||
hurried off.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S thought pov/s might as well go back, and see how the game was
|
||||
going on, as pov/s heard the Queen's voice in the distance, screaming
|
||||
with passion. Pov/s had already heard pov/p sentence three of the
|
||||
players to be executed for having missed their turns, and pov/s did not
|
||||
like the look of things at all, as the game was in such confusion that
|
||||
pov/s never knew whether it was her turn or not. So pov/s went in search
|
||||
of pov/p hedgehog.
|
||||
|
||||
The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed
|
||||
to pov/O an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with the
|
||||
other: the only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone across to the
|
||||
other side of the garden, where pov/S could see it trying in a helpless
|
||||
sort of way to fly up into a tree.
|
||||
|
||||
By the time pov/s had caught the flamingo and brought it back, the fight
|
||||
was over, and both the hedgehogs were out of sight: “but it doesn't
|
||||
matter much,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought
|
||||
pov/S/, “as all the arches are gone from this side of the ground.” So
|
||||
pov/s tucked it away under pov/p arm, that it might not escape again,
|
||||
and went back for a little more conversation with pov/p friend.
|
||||
|
||||
When pov/s got back to the Cheshire Cat, pov/s vrb/be/ surprised to find
|
||||
quite a large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute going on
|
||||
between the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who were all talking
|
||||
at once, while all the rest were quite silent, and looked very
|
||||
uncomfortable.
|
||||
|
||||
The moment pov/S appeared, pov/s vrb/be/ appealed to by all three to
|
||||
settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to pov/o, though,
|
||||
as they all spoke at once, pov/s found it very hard indeed to make out
|
||||
exactly what they said.
|
||||
|
||||
The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a head unless
|
||||
there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such a
|
||||
thing before, and he wasn't going to begin at #emph[his] time of life.
|
||||
|
||||
The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could be
|
||||
beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.
|
||||
|
||||
The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it in less
|
||||
than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It was this last
|
||||
remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.)
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S could think of nothing else to say but “It belongs to the Duchess:
|
||||
you'd better ask #emph[her] about it.”
|
||||
|
||||
“She's in prison,” the Queen said to the executioner: “fetch her here.”
|
||||
And the executioner went off like an arrow.
|
||||
|
||||
The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, by the
|
||||
time he had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely disappeared; so
|
||||
the King and the executioner ran wildly up and down looking for it,
|
||||
while the rest of the party went back to the game.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,266 @@
|
|||
== The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
|
||||
It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking
|
||||
anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and pov/s heard
|
||||
it muttering to itself “The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my
|
||||
fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are
|
||||
ferrets! Where #emph[can] I have dropped them, I wonder?” Pov/S guessed
|
||||
in a moment that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid
|
||||
gloves, and pov/s very good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but
|
||||
they were nowhere to be seen---everything seemed to have changed since
|
||||
pov/p swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and the
|
||||
little door, had vanished completely.
|
||||
|
||||
Very soon the Rabbit noticed pov/O, as pov/s went hunting about, and
|
||||
called out to pov/o in an angry tone, “Why, Mary Ann, what #emph[are]
|
||||
you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves
|
||||
and a fan! Quick, now!” And pov/S was so much frightened that pov/s ran
|
||||
off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain
|
||||
the mistake it had made.
|
||||
|
||||
“He took me for his housemaid,” pov/s said to pov/r as pov/s ran. “How
|
||||
surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better take him
|
||||
his fan and gloves---that is, if I can find them.” As pov/s said this,
|
||||
pov/s came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright
|
||||
brass plate with the name “W. RABBIT,” engraved upon it. Pov/s went in
|
||||
without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest pov/s should
|
||||
meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before pov/s had
|
||||
found the fan and gloves.
|
||||
|
||||
“How queer it seems,” pov/S said to pov/r, “to be going messages for a
|
||||
rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on messages next!” And pov/s
|
||||
began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: “‘Miss Y/n! Come
|
||||
here directly, and get ready for your walk!' ‘Coming in a minute, nurse!
|
||||
But I've got to see that the mouse doesn't get out.' Only I don't
|
||||
think,” pov/S went on, “that they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it
|
||||
began ordering people about like that!”
|
||||
|
||||
By this time pov/s had found pov/p way into a tidy little room with a
|
||||
table in the window, and on it (as pov/s had hoped) a fan and two or
|
||||
three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: pov/s took up the fan and a pair
|
||||
of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when pov/p eye fell
|
||||
upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no
|
||||
label this time with the words “DRINK ME,” but nevertheless pov/s
|
||||
uncorked it and put it to pov/p lips. “I know #emph[something]
|
||||
interesting is sure to happen,” pov/s said to pov/r, “whenever I eat or
|
||||
drink anything; so I'll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it'll
|
||||
make me grow large again, for really I'm quite tired of being such a
|
||||
tiny little thing!”
|
||||
|
||||
It did so indeed, and much sooner than pov/s had expected: before pov/s
|
||||
had drunk half the bottle, pov/s found pov/p head pressing against the
|
||||
ceiling, and had to stoop to save pov/p neck from being broken. Pov/s
|
||||
hastily put down the bottle, saying to pov/r “That's quite enough---I
|
||||
hope I shan't grow any more---As it is, I can't get out at the door---I
|
||||
do wish I hadn't drunk quite so much!”
|
||||
|
||||
Alas! it was too late to wish that! Pov/s went on growing, and growing,
|
||||
and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there
|
||||
was not even room for this, and pov/s tried the effect of lying down
|
||||
with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round pov/p
|
||||
head. Still pov/s went on growing, and, as a last resource, pov/s put
|
||||
one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to
|
||||
pov/r “Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What #emph[will] become
|
||||
of me?”
|
||||
|
||||
Luckily for pov/O, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect,
|
||||
and pov/s grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there
|
||||
seemed to be no sort of chance of pov/o ever getting out of the room
|
||||
again, no wonder pov/s felt unhappy.
|
||||
|
||||
“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor pov/S, “when one wasn't
|
||||
always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and
|
||||
rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole---and
|
||||
yet---and yet---it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do
|
||||
wonder what #emph[can] have happened to me! When I used to read
|
||||
fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I
|
||||
am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that
|
||||
there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one---but I'm grown up now,”
|
||||
pov/s added in a sorrowful tone; “at least there's no room to grow up
|
||||
any more #emph[here];.”
|
||||
|
||||
“But then,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/,
|
||||
“shall I #emph[never] get any older than I am now? That'll be a comfort,
|
||||
one way---never to be an old prn/N---but then---always to have lessons
|
||||
to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like #emph[that!];”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, you foolish Y/n!” pov/s answered pov/r. “How can you learn lessons
|
||||
in here? Why, there's hardly room for #emph[you];, and no room at all
|
||||
for any lesson-books!”
|
||||
|
||||
And so pov/s went on, taking first one side and then the other, and
|
||||
making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes
|
||||
pov/s heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Mary Ann! Mary Ann!” said the voice. “Fetch me my gloves this moment!”
|
||||
Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Pov/S knew it was
|
||||
the Rabbit coming to look for pov/o, and pov/s trembled till pov/s shook
|
||||
the house, quite forgetting that pov/s vrb/be/ now about a thousand
|
||||
times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
|
||||
|
||||
Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as
|
||||
the door opened inwards, and pov/P elbow was pressed hard against it,
|
||||
that attempt proved a failure. Pov/S heard it say to itself “Then I'll
|
||||
go round and get in at the window.”
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[That] you won't!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/, and, after waiting till pov/s fancied pov/s
|
||||
heard the Rabbit just under the window, pov/s suddenly spread out pov/p
|
||||
hand, and made a snatch in the air. Pov/s did not get hold of anything,
|
||||
but pov/s heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass,
|
||||
from which pov/s concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into
|
||||
a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.
|
||||
|
||||
Next came an angry voice---the Rabbit's---“Pat! Pat! Where are you?” And
|
||||
then a voice pov/s had never heard before, “Sure then I'm here! Digging
|
||||
for apples, yer honour!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Digging for apples, indeed!” said the Rabbit angrily. “Here! Come and
|
||||
help me out of #emph[this!];” (Sounds of more broken glass.)
|
||||
|
||||
“Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!” (He pronounced it “arrum.”)
|
||||
|
||||
“An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole
|
||||
window!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for all that.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a long silence after this, and pov/S could only hear whispers
|
||||
now and then; such as, “Sure, I don't like it, yer honour, at all, at
|
||||
all!” “Do as I tell you, you coward!” and at last pov/s spread out pov/p
|
||||
hand again, and made another snatch in the air. This time there were
|
||||
#emph[two] little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. “What a
|
||||
number of cucumber-frames there must be!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/. “I wonder what they'll do next! As
|
||||
for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they #emph[could!] I'm
|
||||
sure #emph[I] don't want to stay in here any longer!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a
|
||||
rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all
|
||||
talking together: pov/s made out the words: “Where's the other
|
||||
ladder?---Why, I hadn't to bring but one; Bill's got the other---Bill!
|
||||
fetch it here, lad!---Here, put 'em up at this corner---No, tie 'em
|
||||
together first---they don't reach half high enough yet---Oh! they'll do
|
||||
well enough; don't be particular---Here, Bill! catch hold of this
|
||||
rope---Will the roof bear?---Mind that loose slate---Oh, it's coming
|
||||
down! Heads below!” (a loud crash)---“Now, who did that?---It was Bill,
|
||||
I fancy---Who's to go down the chimney?---Nay, #emph[I] shan't!
|
||||
#emph[You] do it!---#emph[That] I won't, then!---Bill's to go
|
||||
down---Here, Bill! the master says you're to go down the chimney!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh! So Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?” said pov/S to
|
||||
pov/r. “Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't be in
|
||||
Bill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; but
|
||||
I #emph[think] I can kick a little!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s drew pov/p foot as far down the chimney as pov/s could, and waited
|
||||
till pov/s heard a little animal (pov/s couldn't guess of what sort it
|
||||
was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above pov/o:
|
||||
then, saying to pov/r “This is Bill,” pov/s gave one sharp kick, and
|
||||
waited to see what would happen next.
|
||||
|
||||
The first thing pov/s heard was a general chorus of “There goes Bill!”
|
||||
then the Rabbit's voice along---“Catch him, you by the hedge!” then
|
||||
silence, and then another confusion of voices---“Hold up his
|
||||
head---Brandy now---Don't choke him---How was it, old fellow? What
|
||||
happened to you? Tell us all about it!”
|
||||
|
||||
Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, (“That's Bill,” alt/first
|
||||
and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/,) “Well, I hardly
|
||||
know---No more, thank ye; I'm better now---but I'm a deal too flustered
|
||||
to tell you---all I know is, something comes at me like a
|
||||
Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!”
|
||||
|
||||
“So you did, old fellow!” said the others.
|
||||
|
||||
“We must burn the house down!” said the Rabbit's voice; and pov/S called
|
||||
out as loud as pov/s could, “If you do, I'll set Dinah at you!”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a dead silence instantly, and pov/S thought to pov/r, “I
|
||||
wonder what they #emph[will] do next! If they had any sense, they'd take
|
||||
the roof off.” After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and
|
||||
pov/S heard the Rabbit say, “A barrowful will do, to begin with.”
|
||||
|
||||
“A barrowful of #emph[what?];” thought pov/S; but pov/s had not long to
|
||||
doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in
|
||||
at the window, and some of them hit pov/o in the face. “I'll put a stop
|
||||
to this,” pov/s said to pov/r, and shouted out, “You'd better not do
|
||||
that again!” which produced another dead silence.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into
|
||||
little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into pov/p
|
||||
head. “If I eat one of these cakes,” pov/s thought, “it's sure to make
|
||||
#emph[some] change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger,
|
||||
it must make me smaller, I suppose.”
|
||||
|
||||
So pov/s swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that
|
||||
pov/s began shrinking directly. As soon as pov/s was small enough to get
|
||||
through the door, pov/s ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of
|
||||
little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill,
|
||||
was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it
|
||||
something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at pov/O the moment
|
||||
pov/s appeared; but pov/s ran off as hard as pov/s could, and soon found
|
||||
pov/r safe in a thick wood.
|
||||
|
||||
“The first thing I've got to do,” said pov/S to pov/r, as pov/s wandered
|
||||
about in the wood, “is to grow to my right size again; and the second
|
||||
thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be
|
||||
the best plan.”
|
||||
|
||||
It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply
|
||||
arranged; the only difficulty was, that pov/s had not the smallest idea
|
||||
how to set about it; and while pov/s vrb/be/ peering about anxiously
|
||||
among the trees, a little sharp bark just over pov/p head made pov/o
|
||||
look up in a great hurry.
|
||||
|
||||
An enormous puppy was looking down at pov/o with large round eyes, and
|
||||
feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. “Poor little thing!”
|
||||
alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, in a coaxing tone,
|
||||
and pov/s tried hard to whistle to it; but pov/s vrb/be/ terribly
|
||||
frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which
|
||||
case it would be very likely to eat pov/o up in spite of all pov/p
|
||||
coaxing.
|
||||
|
||||
Hardly knowing what pov/s did, pov/s picked up a little bit of stick,
|
||||
and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air
|
||||
off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the
|
||||
stick, and made believe to worry it; then pov/S dodged behind a great
|
||||
thistle, to keep pov/r from being run over; and the moment pov/s
|
||||
appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick,
|
||||
and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then pov/S,
|
||||
thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and
|
||||
expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the
|
||||
thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the
|
||||
stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back,
|
||||
and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way
|
||||
off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great
|
||||
eyes half shut.
|
||||
|
||||
This seemed to pov/O a good opportunity for making pov/p escape; so
|
||||
pov/s set off at once, and ran till pov/s was quite tired and out of
|
||||
breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.
|
||||
|
||||
“And yet what a dear little puppy it was!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, as pov/s leant against a buttercup to rest
|
||||
pov/r, and fanned pov/r with one of the leaves: “I should have liked
|
||||
teaching it tricks very much, if---if I'd only been the right size to do
|
||||
it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me
|
||||
see---how #emph[is] it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink
|
||||
something or other; but the great question is, what?”
|
||||
|
||||
The great question certainly was, what? Pov/S looked all round pov/o at
|
||||
the flowers and the blades of grass, but pov/s did not see anything that
|
||||
looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances.
|
||||
There was a large mushroom growing near pov/o, about the same height as
|
||||
pov/r; and when pov/s had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and
|
||||
behind it, it occurred to pov/o that pov/s might as well look and see
|
||||
what was on the top of it.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/s stretched pov/r up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the
|
||||
mushroom, and pov/p eyes immediately met those of a large blue
|
||||
caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly
|
||||
smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of pov/o or of
|
||||
anything else.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,257 @@
|
|||
== Who Stole the Tarts?
|
||||
The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they
|
||||
arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them---all sorts of little
|
||||
birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was
|
||||
standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard
|
||||
him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand,
|
||||
and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court
|
||||
was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good,
|
||||
that it made pov/O quite hungry to look at them---“I wish they'd get the
|
||||
trial done,” pov/s thought, “and hand round the refreshments!” But there
|
||||
seemed to be no chance of this, so pov/s began looking at everything
|
||||
about pov/o, to pass away the time.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S had never been in a court of justice before, but pov/s had read
|
||||
about them in books, and pov/s vrb/be/ quite pleased to find that pov/s
|
||||
knew the name of nearly everything there. “That's the judge,” pov/s said
|
||||
to pov/r, “because of his great wig.”
|
||||
|
||||
The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over the
|
||||
wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did it,) he did
|
||||
not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming.
|
||||
|
||||
“And that's the jury-box,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/, “and those twelve creatures,” (pov/s was obliged
|
||||
to say “creatures,” you see, because some of them were animals, and some
|
||||
were birds,) “I suppose they are the jurors.” Pov/s said this last word
|
||||
two or three times over to pov/r, being rather proud of it: for pov/s
|
||||
thought, and rightly too, that very few little prn/ns of pov/p age knew
|
||||
the meaning of it at all. However, “jury-men” would have done just as
|
||||
well.
|
||||
|
||||
The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. “What are they
|
||||
doing?” pov/S whispered to the Gryphon. “They can't have anything to put
|
||||
down yet, before the trial's begun.”
|
||||
|
||||
“They're putting down their names,” the Gryphon whispered in reply, “for
|
||||
fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Stupid things!” pov/S began in a loud, indignant voice, but pov/s
|
||||
stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, “Silence in the court!”
|
||||
and the King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round, to make
|
||||
out who was talking.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S could see, as well as if pov/s were looking over their shoulders,
|
||||
that all the jurors were writing down “stupid things!” on their slates,
|
||||
and pov/s could even make out that one of them didn't know how to spell
|
||||
“stupid,” and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell him. “A nice
|
||||
muddle their slates'll be in before the trial's over!” alt/first and
|
||||
second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, pov/S
|
||||
could #emph[not] stand, and pov/s went round the court and got behind
|
||||
him, and very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. Pov/s did it
|
||||
so quickly that the poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could
|
||||
not make out at all what had become of it; so, after hunting all about
|
||||
for it, he was obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day;
|
||||
and this was of very little use, as it left no mark on the slate.
|
||||
|
||||
“Herald, read the accusation!” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then
|
||||
unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/queen-of-hearts.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“Consider your verdict,” the King said to the jury.
|
||||
|
||||
“Not yet, not yet!” the Rabbit hastily interrupted. “There's a great
|
||||
deal to come before that!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Call the first witness,” said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three
|
||||
blasts on the trumpet, and called out, “First witness!”
|
||||
|
||||
The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand
|
||||
and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. “I beg pardon, your
|
||||
Majesty,” he began, “for bringing these in: but I hadn't quite finished
|
||||
my tea when I was sent for.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You ought to have finished,” said the King. “When did you begin?”
|
||||
|
||||
The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the
|
||||
court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. “Fourteenth of March, I
|
||||
#emph[think] it was,” he said.
|
||||
|
||||
“Fifteenth,” said the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“Sixteenth,” added the Dormouse.
|
||||
|
||||
“Write that down,” the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote
|
||||
down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and
|
||||
reduced the answer to shillings and pence.
|
||||
|
||||
“Take off your hat,” the King said to the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
“It isn't mine,” said the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[Stolen!];” the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly
|
||||
made a memorandum of the fact.
|
||||
|
||||
“I keep them to sell,” the Hatter added as an explanation; “I've none of
|
||||
my own. I'm a hatter.”
|
||||
|
||||
Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the Hatter,
|
||||
who turned pale and fidgeted.
|
||||
|
||||
“Give your evidence,” said the King; “and don't be nervous, or I'll have
|
||||
you executed on the spot.”
|
||||
|
||||
This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from
|
||||
one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his
|
||||
confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the
|
||||
bread-and-butter.
|
||||
|
||||
Just at this moment pov/S felt a very curious sensation, which puzzled
|
||||
pov/o a good deal until pov/s made out what it was: pov/s vrb/be/
|
||||
beginning to grow larger again, and pov/s thought at first pov/s would
|
||||
get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts pov/s decided to
|
||||
remain where pov/s was as long as there was room for pov/o.
|
||||
|
||||
“I wish you wouldn't squeeze so.” said the Dormouse, who was sitting
|
||||
next to pov/o. “I can hardly breathe.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I can't help it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/
|
||||
very meekly: “I'm growing.”
|
||||
|
||||
“You've no right to grow #emph[here];,” said the Dormouse.
|
||||
|
||||
“Don't talk nonsense,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ more boldly: “you know you're growing too.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Yes, but #emph[I] grow at a reasonable pace,” said the Dormouse: “not
|
||||
in that ridiculous fashion.” And he got up very sulkily and crossed over
|
||||
to the other side of the court.
|
||||
|
||||
All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter, and,
|
||||
just as the Dormouse crossed the court, pov/s said to one of the
|
||||
officers of the court, “Bring me the list of the singers in the last
|
||||
concert!” on which the wretched Hatter trembled so, that he shook both
|
||||
his shoes off.
|
||||
|
||||
“Give your evidence,” the King repeated angrily, “or I'll have you
|
||||
executed, whether you're nervous or not.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm a poor man, your Majesty,” the Hatter began, in a trembling voice,
|
||||
“---and I hadn't begun my tea---not above a week or so---and what with
|
||||
the bread-and-butter getting so thin---and the twinkling of the tea---”
|
||||
|
||||
“The twinkling of the #emph[what?];” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
“It #emph[began] with the tea,” the Hatter replied.
|
||||
|
||||
“Of course twinkling begins with a T!” said the King sharply. “Do you
|
||||
take me for a dunce? Go on!”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm a poor man,” the Hatter went on, “and most things twinkled after
|
||||
that---only the March Hare said---”
|
||||
|
||||
“I didn't!” the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
|
||||
|
||||
“You did!” said the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
“I deny it!” said the March Hare.
|
||||
|
||||
“He denies it,” said the King: “leave out that part.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said---” the Hatter went on, looking
|
||||
anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse denied
|
||||
nothing, being fast asleep.
|
||||
|
||||
“After that,” continued the Hatter, “I cut some more
|
||||
bread-and-butter---”
|
||||
|
||||
“But what did the Dormouse say?” one of the jury asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“That I can't remember,” said the Hatter.
|
||||
|
||||
“You #emph[must] remember,” remarked the King, “or I'll have you
|
||||
executed.”
|
||||
|
||||
The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and went
|
||||
down on one knee. “I'm a poor man, your Majesty,” he began.
|
||||
|
||||
“You're a #emph[very] poor #emph[speaker];,” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed by
|
||||
the officers of the court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will just
|
||||
explain to you how it was done. They had a large canvas bag, which tied
|
||||
up at the mouth with strings: into this they slipped the guinea-pig,
|
||||
head first, and then sat upon it.)
|
||||
|
||||
“I'm glad I've seen that done,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
thought/thought pov/S/. “I've so often read in the newspapers, at the
|
||||
end of trials, “There was some attempts at applause, which was
|
||||
immediately suppressed by the officers of the court,” and I never
|
||||
understood what it meant till now.”
|
||||
|
||||
“If that's all you know about it, you may stand down,” continued the
|
||||
King.
|
||||
|
||||
“I can't go no lower,” said the Hatter: “I'm on the floor, as it is.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Then you may #emph[sit] down,” the King replied.
|
||||
|
||||
Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed.
|
||||
|
||||
“Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!” alt/first and second or
|
||||
third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/. “Now we shall get on better.”
|
||||
|
||||
“I'd rather finish my tea,” said the Hatter, with an anxious look at the
|
||||
Queen, who was reading the list of singers.
|
||||
|
||||
“You may go,” said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the court,
|
||||
without even waiting to put his shoes on.
|
||||
|
||||
“---and just take his head off outside,” the Queen added to one of the
|
||||
officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before the officer could get
|
||||
to the door.
|
||||
|
||||
“Call the next witness!” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in
|
||||
her hand, and pov/S guessed who it was, even before pov/s got into the
|
||||
court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once.
|
||||
|
||||
“Give your evidence,” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
“Shan't,” said the cook.
|
||||
|
||||
The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice,
|
||||
“Your Majesty must cross-examine #emph[this] witness.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, if I must, I must,” the King said, with a melancholy air, and,
|
||||
after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were
|
||||
nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, “What are tarts made of?”
|
||||
|
||||
“Pepper, mostly,” said the cook.
|
||||
|
||||
“Treacle,” said a sleepy voice behind her.
|
||||
|
||||
“Collar that Dormouse,” the Queen shrieked out. “Behead that Dormouse!
|
||||
Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with his
|
||||
whiskers!”
|
||||
|
||||
For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the Dormouse
|
||||
turned out, and, by the time they had settled down again, the cook had
|
||||
disappeared.
|
||||
|
||||
“Never mind!” said the King, with an air of great relief. “Call the next
|
||||
witness.” And he added in an undertone to the Queen, “Really, my dear,
|
||||
#emph[you] must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my
|
||||
forehead ache!”
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling very
|
||||
curious to see what the next witness would be like, “---for they haven't
|
||||
got much evidence #emph[yet];,” pov/s said to pov/r. Imagine pov/p
|
||||
surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill
|
||||
little voice, the name “Y/n!”
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,267 @@
|
|||
== Y/n's Evidence
|
||||
“Here!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S cried/cried pov/S/, quite
|
||||
forgetting in the flurry of the moment how large pov/s had grown in the
|
||||
last few minutes, and pov/s jumped up in such a hurry that pov/s tipped
|
||||
over the jury-box with the edge of pov/p skirt, upsetting all the
|
||||
jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling
|
||||
about, reminding pov/o very much of a globe of goldfish pov/s had
|
||||
accidentally upset the week before.
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, I #emph[beg] your pardon!” pov/s exclaimed in a tone of great
|
||||
dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as pov/s could, for
|
||||
the accident of the goldfish kept running in pov/p head, and pov/s had a
|
||||
vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back into
|
||||
the jury-box, or they would die.
|
||||
|
||||
“The trial cannot proceed,” said the King in a very grave voice, “until
|
||||
all the jurymen are back in their proper places---#emph[all];,” he
|
||||
repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at pov/O as he said so.
|
||||
|
||||
Pov/S looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in pov/p haste, pov/s had
|
||||
put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving
|
||||
its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move. Pov/s
|
||||
soon got it out again, and put it right; “not that it signifies much,”
|
||||
pov/s said to pov/r; “I should think it would be #emph[quite] as much
|
||||
use in the trial one way up as the other.”
|
||||
|
||||
As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of being
|
||||
upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed back to
|
||||
them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the
|
||||
accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do
|
||||
anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the
|
||||
court.
|
||||
|
||||
“What do you know about this business?” the King said to pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nothing,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nothing #emph[whatever?];” alt/first and second or third/the King
|
||||
persisted/persisted the King/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nothing whatever,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“That's very important,” the King said, turning to the jury. They were
|
||||
just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbit
|
||||
interrupted: “#emph[Un];important, your Majesty means, of course,” he
|
||||
said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as
|
||||
he spoke.
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[Un];important, of course, I meant,” the King hastily said, and
|
||||
went on to himself in an undertone,
|
||||
|
||||
“important---unimportant---unimportant---important---” as if he were
|
||||
trying which word sounded best.
|
||||
|
||||
Some of the jury wrote it down “important,” and some “unimportant.”
|
||||
Pov/S could see this, as pov/s vrb/be/ near enough to look over their
|
||||
slates; “but it doesn't matter a bit,” pov/s thought to pov/r.
|
||||
|
||||
At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in
|
||||
his note-book, cackled out “Silence!” and read out from his book, “Rule
|
||||
Forty-two. #emph[All persons more than a mile high to leave the court];.”
|
||||
|
||||
Everybody looked at pov/O.
|
||||
|
||||
“#emph[I'm] not a mile high,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“You are,” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
“Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Well, I shan't go, at any rate,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/: “besides, that's not a regular rule: you invented it
|
||||
just now.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It's the oldest rule in the book,” alt/first and second or third/the
|
||||
King said/said the King/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Then it ought to be Number One,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. “Consider your
|
||||
verdict,” he said to the jury, in a low, trembling voice.
|
||||
|
||||
“There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,” said the White
|
||||
Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; “this paper has just been picked
|
||||
up.”
|
||||
|
||||
“What's in it?” said the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“I haven't opened it yet,” said the White Rabbit, “but it seems to be a
|
||||
letter, written by the prisoner to---to somebody.”
|
||||
|
||||
“It must have been that,” said the King, “unless it was written to
|
||||
nobody, which isn't usual, you know.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Who is it directed to?” said one of the jurymen.
|
||||
|
||||
“It isn't directed at all,” said the White Rabbit; “in fact, there's
|
||||
nothing written on the #emph[outside];.” He unfolded the paper as he
|
||||
spoke, and added “It isn't a letter, after all: it's a set of verses.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?” asked another of the jurymen.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, they're not,” said the White Rabbit, “and that's the queerest thing
|
||||
about it.” (The jury all looked puzzled.)
|
||||
|
||||
“He must have imitated somebody else's hand,” said the King. (The jury
|
||||
all brightened up again.)
|
||||
|
||||
“Please your Majesty,” said the Knave, “I didn't write it, and they
|
||||
can't prove I did: there's no name signed at the end.”
|
||||
|
||||
“If you didn't sign it,” said the King, “that only makes the matter
|
||||
worse. You #emph[must] have meant some mischief, or else you'd have
|
||||
signed your name like an honest man.”
|
||||
|
||||
There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really
|
||||
clever thing the King had said that day.
|
||||
|
||||
“That #emph[proves] his guilt,” said the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“It proves nothing of the sort!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/. “Why, you don't even know what they're about!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Read them,” said the King.
|
||||
|
||||
The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. “Where shall I begin, please
|
||||
your Majesty?” he asked.
|
||||
|
||||
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said gravely, “and go on till you
|
||||
come to the end: then stop.”
|
||||
|
||||
These were the verses the White Rabbit read:---
|
||||
|
||||
#include "poems/prisoners-letter.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
“That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet,” said the
|
||||
King, rubbing his hands; “so now let the jury---”
|
||||
|
||||
“If any one of them can explain it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, (pov/s had grown so large in the last few minutes that
|
||||
pov/s wasn't a bit afraid of interrupting him,) “I'll give him sixpence.
|
||||
#emph[I] don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it.”
|
||||
|
||||
The jury all wrote down on their slates, “#emph[Prn/s] doesn't believe
|
||||
there's an atom of meaning in it,” but none of them attempted to explain
|
||||
the paper.
|
||||
|
||||
“If there's no meaning in it,” said the King, “that saves a world of
|
||||
trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I don't know,”
|
||||
he went on, spreading out the verses on his knee, and looking at them
|
||||
with one eye; “I seem to see some meaning in them, after all.
|
||||
“---#emph[said I could not swim];---” you can't swim, can you?” he
|
||||
added, turning to the Knave.
|
||||
|
||||
The Knave shook his head sadly. “Do I look like it?” he said. (Which he
|
||||
certainly did #emph[not];, being made entirely of cardboard.)
|
||||
|
||||
“All right, so far,” said the King, and he went on muttering over the
|
||||
verses to himself: “‘#emph[We know it to be true];---' that's the jury,
|
||||
of course---‘#emph[I gave her one, they gave him two];---' why, that
|
||||
must be what he did with the tarts, you know---”
|
||||
|
||||
“But, it goes on ‘#emph[they all returned from him to you];,'” alt/first
|
||||
and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Why, there they are!” said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts
|
||||
on the table. “Nothing can be clearer than #emph[that];. Then
|
||||
again---‘#emph[before she had this fit];---' you never had fits, my
|
||||
dear, I think?” he said to the Queen.
|
||||
|
||||
“Never!” said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizard as
|
||||
she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on his
|
||||
slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark; but he now hastily
|
||||
began again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long as
|
||||
it lasted.)
|
||||
|
||||
“Then the words don't #emph[fit] you,” said the King, looking round the
|
||||
court with a smile. There was a dead silence.
|
||||
|
||||
“It's a pun!” the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed,
|
||||
“Let the jury consider their verdict,” the King said, for about the
|
||||
twentieth time that day.
|
||||
|
||||
“No, no!” said the Queen. “Sentence first---verdict afterwards.”
|
||||
|
||||
“Stuff and nonsense!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/ loudly. “The idea of having the sentence first!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Hold your tongue!” alt/first and second or third/the Queen said/said
|
||||
the Queen/, turning purple.
|
||||
|
||||
“I won't!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/.
|
||||
|
||||
“Off with her head!” the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody
|
||||
moved.
|
||||
|
||||
“Who cares for you?” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said
|
||||
pov/S/, (pov/s had grown to pov/p full size by this time.) “You're
|
||||
nothing but a pack of cards!”
|
||||
|
||||
At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon
|
||||
her: pov/s gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and
|
||||
tried to beat them off, and found pov/r lying on the bank, with pov/p
|
||||
head in the lap of pov/p sister, who was gently brushing away some dead
|
||||
leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon pov/p face.
|
||||
|
||||
“Wake up, Y/n dear!” said her sister; “Why, what a long sleep you've
|
||||
had!”
|
||||
|
||||
“Oh, I've had such a curious dream!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S
|
||||
said/said pov/S/, and pov/s told pov/p sister, as well as pov/s could
|
||||
remember them, all these strange Adventures of pov/a that you have just
|
||||
been reading about; and when pov/s had finished, pov/p sister kissed
|
||||
pov/o, and said, “It #emph[was] a curious dream, dear, certainly: but
|
||||
now run in to your tea; it's getting late.” So pov/S got up and ran off,
|
||||
thinking while pov/s ran, as well pov/s might, what a wonderful dream it
|
||||
had been.
|
||||
|
||||
#line(length: 100%)
|
||||
|
||||
But pov/p sister sat still just as pov/s left her, leaning her head on
|
||||
her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Y/n and all
|
||||
prn/p wonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion,
|
||||
and this was her dream:---
|
||||
|
||||
First, she dreamed of little Y/n prn/r, and once again the tiny hands
|
||||
were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up
|
||||
into hers---she could hear the very tones of prn/p voice, and see that
|
||||
queer little toss of prn/p head to keep back the wandering hair that
|
||||
#emph[would] always get into prn/p eyes---and still as she listened, or
|
||||
seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive with the
|
||||
strange creatures of her little prn/k's dream.
|
||||
|
||||
The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by---the
|
||||
frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool---she
|
||||
could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends
|
||||
shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen
|
||||
ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution---once more the
|
||||
pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes
|
||||
crashed around it---once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking
|
||||
of the Lizard's slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed
|
||||
guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the
|
||||
miserable Mock Turtle.
|
||||
|
||||
So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in
|
||||
Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all
|
||||
would change to dull reality---the grass would be only rustling in the
|
||||
wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds---the rattling
|
||||
teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill
|
||||
cries to the voice of the shepherd boy---and the sneeze of the baby, the
|
||||
shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she
|
||||
knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard---while the lowing
|
||||
of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's
|
||||
heavy sobs.
|
||||
|
||||
Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little prn/k of hers
|
||||
would, in the after-time, be prn/r a grown prn/N; and how prn/s would
|
||||
keep, through all prn/p riper years, the simple and loving heart of
|
||||
prn/p childhood: and how prn/s would gather about prn/p other little
|
||||
children, and make #emph[their] eyes bright and eager with many a
|
||||
strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and
|
||||
how prn/s would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure
|
||||
in all their simple joys, remembering prn/p own child-life, and the
|
||||
happy summer days.
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,194 @@
|
|||
#import "spiral.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
#let title = "JEFFERSON'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND"
|
||||
// Nyght Serif looks very, very good
|
||||
#let font = "Nyght Serif"
|
||||
|
||||
#set page("us-trade", margin: 0in)
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
image("Front_cover.png")
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set align(horizon)
|
||||
#set text(size: 35pt)
|
||||
|
||||
// excerpt
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
top + center,
|
||||
dx: 100pt,
|
||||
dy: 50pt,
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: "Nyght Serif",
|
||||
weight: "regular",
|
||||
fill: rgb("#3d1819"),
|
||||
size: 17pt,
|
||||
style: "italic"
|
||||
)
|
||||
"Who in the world\
|
||||
am I? Ah, that's the\
|
||||
great puzzle."
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// author
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
bottom + left,
|
||||
dx: 30pt,
|
||||
dy: -45pt,
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: "Nyght Serif",
|
||||
weight: "semibold",
|
||||
fill: rgb("#e63f49"),
|
||||
size: 30pt
|
||||
)
|
||||
Lewis Caroll
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// first letter outline
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -170pt,
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|
||||
[
|
||||
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|
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font: "Nyght Serif Dark",
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
fill: rgb("#3d1819"),
|
||||
size: 60pt,
|
||||
stroke: stroke(paint: rgb("#debc36"), thickness: 3pt, join: "round")
|
||||
)
|
||||
#title.at(0)
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// first letter
|
||||
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|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -170pt,
|
||||
dy: -45pt,
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: "Nyght Serif Dark",
|
||||
fill: rgb("#3d1819"),
|
||||
size: 60pt
|
||||
)
|
||||
#title.at(0)
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// title dark outline
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -5pt,
|
||||
dy: 5pt,
|
||||
spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
title.slice(1),
|
||||
15pt, // small size
|
||||
60pt, // beeg size
|
||||
1.25 * calc.pi,
|
||||
3 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 4.5,
|
||||
font: font,
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
color: rgb("#3d1819"),
|
||||
stroke: stroke(paint: rgb("#debc36"), thickness: 3pt, join: "round")
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// title dark
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -5pt,
|
||||
dy: 5pt,
|
||||
spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
title.slice(1),
|
||||
15pt, // small size
|
||||
60pt, // beeg size
|
||||
1.25 * calc.pi,
|
||||
3 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 4.5,
|
||||
font: font,
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
color: rgb("#3d1819")
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// subtitle
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -10pt,
|
||||
dy: 0pt,
|
||||
spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
"AND THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS",
|
||||
20pt, // small size
|
||||
24pt, // beeg size
|
||||
2.2 * calc.pi, //2.1
|
||||
2.8 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 9,
|
||||
font: font,
|
||||
weight: "semibold",
|
||||
color: rgb("#3d1819"),
|
||||
stroke: stroke(paint: rgb("#debc36"), thickness: 2pt, join: "round"),
|
||||
use-variable-spacing: false
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -10pt,
|
||||
dy: 0pt,
|
||||
spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
"AND THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS",
|
||||
20pt, // small size
|
||||
24pt, // beeg size
|
||||
2.2 * calc.pi, //2.1
|
||||
2.8 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 9,
|
||||
font: font,
|
||||
weight: "semibold",
|
||||
color: rgb("#3d1819"),
|
||||
use-variable-spacing: false
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// first letter
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: 170pt,
|
||||
dy: 45pt,
|
||||
rotate(180deg,
|
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[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: "Nyght Serif Dark",
|
||||
fill: rgb("#e63f49"),
|
||||
size: 60pt
|
||||
)
|
||||
#title.at(0)
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// title red
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: 5pt,
|
||||
dy: -5pt,
|
||||
rotate(180deg, spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
title.slice(1),
|
||||
15pt, // small size
|
||||
60pt, // beeg size
|
||||
1.25 * calc.pi,
|
||||
3 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 4.5,
|
||||
font: font,
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
color: rgb("#e63f49")
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
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#import "variables.typ": *
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|
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#let template-shared(content) = [
|
||||
// Page style
|
||||
#set page(
|
||||
"us-trade",
|
||||
margin: (
|
||||
inside: 0.75in,
|
||||
outside: 0.5in,
|
||||
top: 0.75in + font-size-small
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// Font style
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
size: font-size,
|
||||
font: font-body,
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// Paragraph style
|
||||
#set par(
|
||||
first-line-indent: 1em,
|
||||
justify: true
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// Number chapters
|
||||
#set heading(
|
||||
numbering: (book, ..chapters) => (
|
||||
let num = chapters.pos(),
|
||||
if num.len() > 0 {
|
||||
return "Chapter " + numbering("I.", num.at(0))
|
||||
} else {
|
||||
return none
|
||||
}
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#content
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#let template-chapter-start(content) = [
|
||||
// Ignore book headings
|
||||
#show heading.where(level:1): it => [
|
||||
#return
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
// Chapter heading style
|
||||
#show heading.where(level:2): it => [
|
||||
// Always start the next chapter on a recto page
|
||||
#pagebreak(to: "odd")
|
||||
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#let num = " "
|
||||
#let has-numbering = it.numbering != none
|
||||
|
||||
// Get the chapter number from the heading counter
|
||||
#if has-numbering {
|
||||
num = counter(heading).display(it.numbering)
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
// Chapter number formatting
|
||||
#show num: num => {
|
||||
set text(
|
||||
size: font-size-large,
|
||||
weight: "light",
|
||||
fill: luma(128)
|
||||
)
|
||||
smallcaps[#num]
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
// Space the chapter header from the top of the page
|
||||
#pad(
|
||||
top: 1in,
|
||||
bottom: 1in,
|
||||
{
|
||||
if has-numbering {
|
||||
num
|
||||
}
|
||||
linebreak()
|
||||
set text(font: font-title)
|
||||
it.body
|
||||
}
|
||||
)
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#content
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#let template-page-header(content) = [
|
||||
#set page(
|
||||
header: context [
|
||||
#let titles = selector(heading.where(level:1))
|
||||
#let past-titles = query(titles.before(here()))
|
||||
#let chapters = selector(heading.where(level: 2))
|
||||
#let past-chapters = query(chapters.before(here()))
|
||||
#let this-page = here().page()
|
||||
|
||||
// Skip pages before the first chapter, fix the page number
|
||||
#let is-before-first-chapter = past-chapters.len() == 0
|
||||
#if is-before-first-chapter [
|
||||
#counter(page).update(1)
|
||||
#return
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
// Skip pages where a new chapter starts
|
||||
#let future-chapters = query(chapters.after(here()))
|
||||
#let is-during-last-chapter = future-chapters.len() == 0
|
||||
#if not is-during-last-chapter [
|
||||
#let next-chapter-page = future-chapters.first().location().page()
|
||||
#let is-chapter-start = next-chapter-page == this-page
|
||||
#if is-chapter-start [
|
||||
#return
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
// De-emphasize titles
|
||||
#let header-title(content) = {
|
||||
set text(
|
||||
size: font-size-small,
|
||||
weight: "light",
|
||||
fill: luma(128)
|
||||
)
|
||||
smallcaps[#content]
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#set align(horizon)
|
||||
#let is-recto = calc.odd(here().page())
|
||||
#if is-recto [
|
||||
#set align(right)
|
||||
#header-title[#past-chapters.last().body]
|
||||
#h(1em)
|
||||
#counter(page).display()
|
||||
] else [
|
||||
#counter(page).display()
|
||||
#h(1em)
|
||||
#header-title[#past-titles.last().body]
|
||||
]
|
||||
],
|
||||
header-ascent: 0%
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#content
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#let template-outline(content) = [
|
||||
#set align(horizon)
|
||||
|
||||
// De-emphasize each chapter number
|
||||
#show outline.entry: it => {
|
||||
let books = query(selector(heading.where(level: 1))) // I'm so confused why there are nine of these :(
|
||||
show regex("Chapter [^\.]*."): num => [
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
size: font-size-small,
|
||||
fill: luma(128)
|
||||
)
|
||||
#smallcaps[#num]
|
||||
]
|
||||
it
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#content
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#let insert(
|
||||
content,
|
||||
verso-header: ""
|
||||
) = [
|
||||
#show: template-shared
|
||||
#show: template-chapter-start
|
||||
#show: template-page-header
|
||||
|
||||
#content
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
#let insert-outline(
|
||||
start-label,
|
||||
end-label: <end>
|
||||
) = [
|
||||
#show: template-shared
|
||||
#show: template-outline
|
||||
#pagebreak()
|
||||
#outline(
|
||||
title: none,
|
||||
target: selector(heading.where(level: 2).after(start-label)).before(end-label)
|
||||
)
|
||||
]
|
||||
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|
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|
|
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|
|||
#import "variables.typ": *
|
||||
|
||||
//#include "cover.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
#include "title-page.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
#include "publishing.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
#import "formatting.typ" as format
|
||||
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/poems/epigraph.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert-outline(
|
||||
<adventures-in-wonderland>,
|
||||
end-label: <through-the-looking-glass>
|
||||
)
|
||||
#format.insert([= Y/n's Adventures in Wonderland <adventures-in-wonderland>])
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/down-the-rabbit-hole.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/the-pool-of-tears.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/a-caucus-race-and-a-long-tale.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/the-rabbit-sends-in-a-little-bill.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/advice-from-a-caterpillar.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/pig-and-pepper.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/a-mad-tea-party.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/the-queens-croquet-ground.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/the-mock-turtles-story.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/the-lobster-quadrille.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/who-stole-the-tarts.typ")
|
||||
#format.insert(include "adventures-in-wonderland/yns-evidence.typ")
|
||||
|
||||
#format.insert-outline(<through-the-looking-glass>)
|
||||
#format.insert(include "through-the-looking-glass.typ")
|
||||
|
||||
//#image("Back_cover.png")
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,74 @@
|
|||
#let poem(content) = {
|
||||
set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
|
||||
|
||||
align(center, block[
|
||||
#set align(left)
|
||||
#set block(breakable: false)
|
||||
#content
|
||||
])
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
||||
#poem[
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
All in the golden afternoon\
|
||||
#h(1em)Full leisurely we glide;\
|
||||
For both our oars, with little skill,\
|
||||
#h(1em)By little arms are plied,\
|
||||
While little hands make vain pretence\
|
||||
#h(1em)Our wanderings to guide.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,\
|
||||
#h(1em)Beneath such dreamy weather,\
|
||||
To beg a tale of breath too weak\
|
||||
#h(1em)To stir the tiniest feather!\
|
||||
Yet what can one poor voice avail\
|
||||
#h(1em)Against three tongues together?
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Imperious Prima flashes forth\
|
||||
#h(1em)Her edict “to begin it”—\
|
||||
In gentler tones Secunda hopes\
|
||||
#h(1em)“There will be nonsense in it!”—\
|
||||
While Tertia interrupts the tale\
|
||||
#h(1em)Not more than once a minute.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Anon, to sudden silence won,\
|
||||
#h(1em)In fancy they pursue\
|
||||
The dream-child moving through a land\
|
||||
#h(1em)Of wonders wild and new,\
|
||||
In friendly chat with bird or beast—\
|
||||
#h(1em)And half believe it true.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
And ever, as the story drained\
|
||||
#h(1em)The wells of fancy dry,\
|
||||
And faintly strove that weary one\
|
||||
#h(1em)To put the subject by,\
|
||||
“The rest next time—” “It is next time!”\
|
||||
#h(1em)The happy voices cry.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:\
|
||||
#h(1em)Thus slowly, one by one,\
|
||||
Its quaint events were hammered out—\
|
||||
#h(1em)And now the tale is done,\
|
||||
And home we steer, a merry crew,\
|
||||
#h(1em)Beneath the setting sun.
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
||||
#block[
|
||||
Y/n! A childish story take,\
|
||||
#h(1em)And, with a gentle hand,\
|
||||
Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined\
|
||||
#h(1em)In Memory’s mystic band,\
|
||||
Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers\
|
||||
#h(1em)Pluck’d in a far-off land.
|
||||
]
|
||||
]
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,45 @@
|
|||
#import "variables.typ": *
|
||||
|
||||
#set page(
|
||||
"us-trade",
|
||||
margin: (inside: 0.75in, outside: 0.5in, top: 0.75in + font-size-small, bottom: 0.75in),
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
size: font-size-small,
|
||||
font: font-body
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#set align(horizon + center)
|
||||
|
||||
_Alice's Adventures in Wonderland_ \
|
||||
#sym.copyright 1865 by Lewis Caroll #h(1em) #smallcaps[Public domain]
|
||||
|
||||
_Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There_ \
|
||||
#sym.copyright 1871 by Lewis Caroll #h(1em) #smallcaps[Public domain]
|
||||
|
||||
Cover and typesetting \
|
||||
#sym.copyright 2025 by Jean Viscogliosi-Pate #h(1em) #smallcaps[CC-BY-SA 4.0]
|
||||
|
||||
MetamorPOV translation \
|
||||
#sym.copyright 2025 by Jean Viscogliosi-Pate #h(1em) #smallcaps[CC0]
|
||||
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
bottom + center,
|
||||
grid(
|
||||
columns: (2fr, 1fr),
|
||||
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set align(horizon)
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: "BM JUA OTF"
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
This book is a product of solely human efforts and no AI was involved in its creation.
|
||||
],
|
||||
image(
|
||||
"human-made.svg",
|
||||
width: 50%
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,84 @@
|
|||
#let spiral-text(
|
||||
input-text,
|
||||
small-size,
|
||||
large-size,
|
||||
start-angle,
|
||||
end-angle,
|
||||
offset-from-center: 0,
|
||||
font: "Inter",
|
||||
weight: "regular",
|
||||
color: black,
|
||||
stroke: none,
|
||||
face-inward: false,
|
||||
use-variable-spacing: true,
|
||||
) = context {
|
||||
let num-chars = input-text.len()
|
||||
let char-offset = 0.1rad
|
||||
let scale = 10pt
|
||||
let rot-total = end-angle - start-angle
|
||||
let rot-step = rot-total / (num-chars - 1)
|
||||
let points = ()
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
// Find the rotation and radius for each letter
|
||||
for i in range(num-chars) {
|
||||
let progress = i / num-chars
|
||||
|
||||
let rot
|
||||
|
||||
if (points.len() == 0) {
|
||||
rot = start-angle
|
||||
}
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else if (use-variable-spacing) {
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let rot-step-mod = calc.sqrt(progress) + 1/3
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let cur-rot-step = rot-step * rot-step-mod
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rot = points.last().rot + cur-rot-step
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}
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else {
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rot = start-angle + i * rot-step
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}
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let rad = rot + offset-from-center
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points.push((rad: rad, rot: rot))
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}
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// Draw a letter at each point
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for i in range(num-chars) {
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let point = points.at(i)
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let x = point.rad * calc.cos(point.rot)
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let y = point.rad * calc.sin(point.rot)
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let size = small-size + ((large-size - small-size) * (i / num-chars))
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// Face inwards by default
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let facing = calc.pi * 0.5rad
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if not face-inward {
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facing = -facing
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}
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let text-angle = point.rot * 1rad + facing
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let char = input-text.at(i)
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if not face-inward {
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char = input-text.at(num-chars - i - 1)
|
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}
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[
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#place(
|
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center + horizon,
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||||
dx: scale * x,
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||||
dy: scale * y,
|
||||
rotate(text-angle - char-offset, move(dy: measure(char).height)[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: font,
|
||||
weight: weight,
|
||||
size: size,
|
||||
fill: color,
|
||||
stroke: stroke
|
||||
)
|
||||
#smallcaps[#char]
|
||||
])
|
||||
)
|
||||
]
|
||||
}
|
||||
}
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,13 @@
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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)
|
||||
Binary file not shown.
|
After Width: | Height: | Size: 128 KiB |
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,116 @@
|
|||
#import "variables.typ": *
|
||||
#import "spiral.typ"
|
||||
|
||||
#set page("us-trade", margin: 0in)
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
image("title-page.png")
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#let title = upper(name) + "'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND"
|
||||
|
||||
#set align(center)
|
||||
#set align(horizon)
|
||||
#set text(size: 35pt)
|
||||
|
||||
// author
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
bottom + center,
|
||||
dy: -45pt,
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: font-title,
|
||||
weight: "semibold",
|
||||
size: 30pt
|
||||
)
|
||||
Lewis Caroll
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// first letter
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -170pt,
|
||||
dy: -45pt,
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: font-title,
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
size: 60pt
|
||||
)
|
||||
#title.at(0)
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// title dark
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -5pt,
|
||||
dy: 5pt,
|
||||
spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
title.slice(1),
|
||||
15pt, // small size
|
||||
60pt, // beeg size
|
||||
1.25 * calc.pi,
|
||||
3 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 4.5,
|
||||
font: font-title,
|
||||
weight: "bold"
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// subtitle
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: -10pt,
|
||||
dy: 0pt,
|
||||
spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
"AND THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS",
|
||||
16pt, // small size
|
||||
18pt, // beeg size
|
||||
2.2 * calc.pi, //2.1
|
||||
2.8 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 9,
|
||||
font: font-title,
|
||||
weight: "semibold",
|
||||
use-variable-spacing: false
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// first letter
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: 170pt,
|
||||
dy: 45pt,
|
||||
rotate(180deg,
|
||||
[
|
||||
#set text(
|
||||
font: font-title,
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
fill: luma(192),
|
||||
size: 60pt
|
||||
)
|
||||
#title.at(0)
|
||||
]
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
// title red
|
||||
#place(
|
||||
center + horizon,
|
||||
dx: 5pt,
|
||||
dy: -5pt,
|
||||
rotate(180deg, spiral.spiral-text(
|
||||
title.slice(1),
|
||||
15pt, // small size
|
||||
60pt, // beeg size
|
||||
1.25 * calc.pi,
|
||||
3 * calc.pi, // end angel 👼
|
||||
offset-from-center: 4.5,
|
||||
font: font-title,
|
||||
weight: "bold",
|
||||
color: luma(192)
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
)
|
||||
|
||||
#pagebreak()
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,12 @@
|
|||
- 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
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
|||
// Reader-owned
|
||||
#let name = "Jean"
|
||||
|
||||
// Font
|
||||
// EB Garamond Classic fantasy-feel serif font (Recommended)
|
||||
// Source Serif Pro High-legibility serif font (Dyslexia-friendly)
|
||||
// Atkinson Hyperlegible Next High-legibility sans serif font (Dyslexia-friendly)
|
||||
// Fast? Emphasizes the first part of each word
|
||||
#let font-title = "Nyght Serif"
|
||||
#let font-body = "EB Garamond"
|
||||
#let font-is-fast = false
|
||||
#let font-size = 12pt
|
||||
#let font-size-small = 10pt
|
||||
#let font-size-large = 14pt
|
||||
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