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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll, illustrations by Sir John Tenniel
Transcript of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll, illustrations by Sir John Tenniel
by Lewis Carroll, illustrated by John Tenniel
original copyright 1865
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the river bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"
So she was considering, in her own mind, 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 her, saying to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" The rabbit took a pocket watch out of its waistcoat-pocket and looked at it. This seemed odd to Alice, so she jumped up and hurried after it. The rabbit disappeared down a rabbit hole. So Alice jumped in after it!
Alice tumbled down, down, down the rabbit hole. She tumbled so long, that she had plenty of time to look around her. Down, down, down. Would the fall
end? Suddenly, thump! thump! down she landed and the fall was over. She jumped up and kept following the White Rabbit, who said, "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" Then she turned a corner, and no longer saw the rabbit. She was in a long hall with doors all around, but when she tried each door, she found that they were all locked.
Then she came upon a small glass table, with nothing on it except for a small key, too small to fit in any of the locked doors. She walked around the hall again, and then she saw a small door hidden by a curtain. The key fitted perfectly! She opened the small door, and, kneeling down, saw the most beautiful garden through the door. Oh how she wished she were small enough to fit through the door, but her head wouldn't fit, much less the rest of her.
So, disappointed, she gave up and went back to the table in the hall. This time, she found a bottle on the table with the words
on it. So, Alice drank it, and immediately felt herself shrinking until she was only 10 inches high. She wasn't upset, however, because she realized that now she could fit through the small door and get into that beautiful garden. But alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had quite forgotten the little key, and when she went back to the table to get it, she found that she was way too small to reach the top of the table. Then she found a little glass box lying under the table, with a little cake inside, with the words
on it, so she ate it.
Alice grew so tall her head hit the ceiling! She quickly grabbed the key and ran to the door, but now, she had to lie down on her side to peek through the door. Poor Alice! She began to cry, and she cried so much that there was a large pool. Just then, she saw the White Rabbit, all dressed up with white gloves and a fan, muttering to himself, "Oh! The Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! Won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!" Alice called out to him, but this startled him, and he dropped the gloves and fan and ran off. Alice picked them up, and without even thinking about it, she put on one of the gloves. This made her realize that she was shrinking again. When she realized it was because of the fan, she quickly dropped it before she shrank away to nothing.
She found herself up to her chin in salt water, and then realized that she was swimming in her own tears! "I wish I hadn't cried so much!" she thought to herself.
Just then she heard a noise, and saw it was a mouse that got caught in her pool of tears as well. She called out to it, but it didn't answer, so she called out in French, in case it didn't understand English. Unfortunately, the only words she knew in French were "Have you seen my cat?" which greatly upset the poor mouse. When she promised not to talk about cats or dogs, the mouse said he'd tell her his story as soon as they got to shore. By now there were all kinds of other animals caught in the pool of tears, and they all swam to shore together.
Once they got onto dry land, they had to figure out how to get themselves dry. The mouse came up with the idea of having a race, a "Caucus Race" (which is actually a political race, like for President). All the animals started running around, starting and stopping whenever they felt like it, so it was impossible to figure out who had won. Then the Dodo said that
had won, and
must have prizes, and that Alice was to give the prizes. Luckily she had some candies in her pocket, just enough for each of them.
Suddenly, the White Rabbit went by again, looking for something. Alice guessed it was his white gloves and fan, which she had somehow lost after her swim in the pool of tears. She started to help him look, when he called out to her in an angry tone, "Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan!" And thinking that he had mistaken her for a servant, Alice ran off in the direction he had pointed to. She came upon a neat little house, which said "W. Rabbit" on the door, and she quickly let herself in, hurried upstairs, and found some gloves and a fan. Alice was just leaving when she saw a little bottle near a looking glass (a mirror), and even though it didn't say "DRINK ME" on it, she drank it down! Before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling! She kept growing and growing, until she finally had to put one arm out the window and a foot up the chimney!
Just then, the White Rabbit came home, looking for his gloves and fan. When he tried to get into his room, he couldn't, as Alice's body was blocking the door. So he went back outside and around to the window. Alice reached out her hand, as if to grab the rabbit, and she heard a shout and the sound of broken glass. Soon other animals came to try to help the White Rabbit, including a little lizard named Bill, who tried to get down the chimney. They tried all sorts of things to get to Alice, until finally they started throwing little pebbles at her. When she realized they were actually little cakes, she thought to herself, "it's sure to make
change in my size; and, as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose." And Alice started shrinking directly. She ran off as fast as she could, and ended up in a thick wood.
The mouse got angry because Alice not really paying attention to what he was saying, and left. After awhile, all the other animals left also, and Alice was left all alone, again.
After awhile, the Caterpillar got down off the mushroom and crawled away into 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 what? The other side of what?" thought Alice to herself.
"Of the mushroom," said the Caterpillar, just as if she had said it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.
Alice tried to decide which were the two sides of the mushroom, as it was perfectly round, and in the end she broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.
Alice took a bite from her right-hand to try it out, and immediately felt her chin hit her shoe! She quickly tried a bite from her left-hand, before she disappeared altogether and found that her neck had grown so large that her head was above the trees! She kept nibbling a bite from each hand until she was once again her usual height. She started walking, and came upon a little house about four feet high, so she nibbled herself down until she was the right height to enter the house.
As Alice stood looking at the house, a Fish-Footman ran up and knocked on the door, which was answered by another Footman, with an invitation for the Duchess, from the Queen,
to play croquet.
Alice opened the door to the house and went in. The door led to a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a 3-legged stool in the middle, feeding a baby: the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron (a pot) which seemed to be full of soup.
"There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!" Alice said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing. There was certainly too much of it in the air. The Duchess sneezed occasionally, and the baby was sneezing and howling alternately without a moment's pause. The only 2 creatures in the kitchen who did not sneeze were the cook and a large cat, which was lying on the hearth (the front of the fireplace) and grinning from ear to ear.
"Please would you tell me," said Alice, "why your cat grins like that?"
"It's a Cheshire-Cat," said the Duchess; "and that's why."
"Pig!" She said the last word to the baby.
"I didn't know that Cheshire-Cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats could grin."
"They all can," said the Duchess, "and most of 'em do."
"I don't know of any that do," Alice said very politely, and the Duchess replied, "You don't know much, and that's a fact."
Just then, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and began throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby- fire-irons, saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice. She began to feed her baby again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, giving it a violent shake at the end of every line:
"Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
he only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases."
(in which the cook and the baby joined)
"Wow! wow! wow!
"Here! You may feed it for a bit, if you like!" the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby to her as she spoke. "I must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen." Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was an odd-shaped little creature. She carried it outside, and heard the little thing grunt. "Don't grunt," said Alice, and then saw that the baby's face looked much more like a pig, and a while later saw that it
a pig, and so she set the little creature down and was relieved to see it trot away into the wood.
Suddenly, Alice was startled to see the Cheshire-Cat sitting in a tree bough (branch) close by. She asked him which way she should go. She said didn't much care
she went, "as long as I get
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.
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 Alice coming. "There's
of room!" said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table. Then the Hatter asked Alice a riddle, but she couldn't think of an answer.
Then the Hatter asked, "What day of the month is it?" He turned to Alice: 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. Alice 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
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."
"Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?" said the Cat.
"I should like it very much," said Alice, "but I haven't been invited yet."
"You'll see me there," said the Cat, and vanished.
Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so well used to queer things happening. While she was still 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," Alice answered very quietly, just as if the Cat had come back in a natural way. "I thought it would," said the Cat and vanished again.
Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. "I've seen hatters before," she said to herself: "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 she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again.
"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," thought Alice; "but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life!"
She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house of the March Hare- the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with fur.
"What a funny watch!" Alice remarked. "It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!"
"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said. "No, I give it up,"Alice replied. "What's the answer?" "I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter.
" I think you might do something better with time than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers."
"If you knew
as well as I do, you wouldn't talk about wasting
." "I don't know what you mean," said Alice. "Of course you don't! I dare say you've never even spoke to
!" said the Hatter contemptuously. "Perhaps not," Alice 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 any-
thing you'd like with the o'clock. For instance, if it were 9:00 in
the morning, just in time for lessons, you could just whisper a
hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling!
Half-past one, time for dinner! You could keep it at
half past for as long as you wanted!"
"Is that how
manage?" Alice asked.
Chapter 7: A Mad Tea Party
Pig and Pepper
Advice from a Caterpillar
The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
A Caucus Race and a Long Tale
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. "
" he replied. "We quarreled last March - just before
went mad, you know- " (pointing with his teaspoon at the March Hare) "- it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!"
You know the song, perhaps?" "I've heard something like it," said Alice. "Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse," said the Hatter, "When the Queen bawled out,
'He's murdering the time! Off with his head!"
"How dreadfully savage!" exclaimed Alice. "And ever since that," the Hatter went on, "he won't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now." A bright idea came into Alice's head. "Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?" she 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?" said Alice. "Exactly so," said the Hatter: "as the things get used up." "But what happens when you come to the beginning again?" Alice asked.
"Suppose we change the subject," the March Hare interrupted, yawning. "I vote the young lady tells us a story." Well, Alice didn't know any stories, so the Dormouse told a story so confusing that Alice finally got up and walked off.
The Dormouse fell back to sleep instantly, and when Alice turned back, the Mad Hatter and the March Hare were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.
Alice walked until she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it, and decided to go into it. Once more she found herself in the long hall she had fallen into when she jumped into the rabbit hole, and close to the little glass table. "Now, I'll manage better this time," she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she set to work nibbling at the mushroom (she'd kept a piece in her pocket) til she was about a foot high: then she walked through the door and found herself in the beautiful garden.
A large rose tree stood near the entrance: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. As she came up to them, she 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!"
"You'd better not talk!" said Five. "I heard the Queen say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded."
Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun, "Well, of all the unjust things--" when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice.
"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, "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, Miss, this here ought to have been a
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."
At this moment, Five, who had been looking across the garden, called out,
"The Queen! The Queen!"
The Queen's Croquet Ground
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. After these came the royal children: ten of them, and the little dears came jumping merrily along: they were all ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognized the White Rabbit. Then followed the Knave of Hearts (the knight, or the Jack in a deck of playing cards), and last of all came
THE KING AND THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.
When they came up to Alice, the Queen asked her name. "My name is Alice, so please your Majesty." Alice added to herself, "Why, they're only a pack of cards, after all. I needn't be afraid of them!"
"And who are these?" said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners. "How should
know? It's no business of
," said Alice, surprised at her own courage. The Queen turned crimson with fury, and began screaming "Off with her head! Off with--"
"Nonsense!" said Alice, and the Queen became silent. The King then said, "She's only a child my dear!"
Then the Queen began to examine the roses and the gardeners, and shouted, "Off with their heads!" Alice quickly put the gardeners into a large flower pot, telling them they shan't be beheaded. The Queen shouted, "Are their heads off?" and the soldiers answered, "Their heads are gone, if it please your majesty."
Then the queen shouted, "Can you play croquet?" Everyone looked at Alice, as the question was meant for her. "Yes!" shouted Alice. "Come on then!" roared the Queen, and joined the procession.
Alice had never seen such a curious game of croquet. The croquet balls were live hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingos, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.
"Get to your places," the Queen shouted in a voice of thunder, and people began running about in all directions. The players all played at once, without waiting for turns, quarreling 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.
croquet ball, mallet, and arch
Alice began to feel uneasy: she had not yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute, "and then," thought she, "what would become of me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here: the great wonder is, that there's anyone left alive!"
Just then she noticed a curious appearance in the air: after a minute or two she made it out to be a grin, and she 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. Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. "It's no use speaking to it," she thought, "till its ears have come, or at least one of them." In another minute the whole head appeared, and then Alice began an account of the game, complaining that no one plays at all fairly, and they all quarrel so dreadfully, and they don't seem to have any rules in particular.
The King noticed the Cat, and Alice introduced it to the King. "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. The King got annoyed, and called to the Queen to please have the Cat removed. The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. "Off with his head!" she said, without even looking around. When the executioner was summoned, he said that you couldn't cut off a head unless there was a body to cut it off from. The King's argument was that anything that had a head could be beheaded. The Queen's argument was that, if something wasn't done about it in less than no time, she'd have everybody executed, all around, which made everyone nervous. Alice could think of nothing to say but, "It belongs to the Duchess: you'd better ask
about it." "She's in prison," the Queen said to the executioner. "Fetch her here."
The Cat's head began fading away the moment the executioner was gone, and, by the time he had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely disappeared: so everyone went back to the game.
"I'm so glad to see you again," said the Duchess, who seemed to be in a much better temper. Alice thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen. Alice didn't quite like keeping so close to the Duchess because she was exactly the right height to rest her chin on Alice's shoulder, and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin.
They 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. "Now, I give you fair warning," shouted the Queen, "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.
They went back to the game, and the Queen never left off shouting, "Off with his head!" or "Off with her head!" Those whom she had 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 Alice, were in custody and under sentence of execution.
Then the Queen said to Alice, "Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?" "No," said Alice. "I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is." "It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from," said the Queen, and invited Alice to come hear his story. As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice, to the company generally,
"You are all pardoned."
Mock Turtle's Story
They soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (If you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) The Queen commanded the Gryphon to take Alice to see the Mock Turtle, and she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon.
The Gryphon chuckled and said "What fun!" "What
the fun?" asked Alice. "Why,
" said the Gryphon. "It's all her fancy, that: they
executes nobody, you know. Come on!"
So, they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears. At last, he said, "Once, I was a
Turtle." They waited a long time for him to continue. "When we were little," the Mock Turtle went on at last, "We went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle- we used to call him Tortoise-" "Why did you call him
, if he wasn't one?" Alice asked. "We called him Tortoise because he
," said the Mock Turtle angrily. "Really you are very dull!" He continued, "We had the best of educations- in fact we went to school every day-" "
been to day-school, too," said Alice. "You needn't be so proud as all that." "With extras?" asked the Mock Turtle. "Yes," said Alice: "we learned French and music." "And washing?" said the Mock Turtle. "Certainly not!" said Alice indignantly. "Ah! Then yours wasn't a really good school," said the Mock Turtle. "Now at
, they had, at the end of the bill, 'French, music, and washing- extra.'" "You couldn't have wanted it much," said Alice; "living at the bottom of the sea."
"And how many hours a day did you do lessons?" said Alice, 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!" exclaimed Alice. "That's the reason they're called
," the Gryphon remarked: "Because they
from day to day." This was quite a new idea to Alice. "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?" Alice went on eagerly.
"That's enough about lessons," the Gryphon interrupted. "Tell her something about the games now."
The Mock Turtle tried to speak, but sobs choked his voice. When
at last he recovered, he went on again- "You may not have lived much under the sea-" ("I haven't," said Alice)- "and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster-" (Alice began to say, "I once tasted-" but checked herself hastily and said, "No, never.") "-so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster-Quadrille is!" "No indeed," said Alice. "What sort of a dance is it?" And then the Mock Turtle and the Gryphon began to solemnly dance round and round Alice, while the Mock Turtle sang this, very slowly and sadly:-
"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?
The Lobster Quadrille
Suddenly, a cry of "The trial's beginning!" was heard in the distance. "Come on!" cried the Gryphon. When they got to the court, the King and Queen were seated on their thrones, and in the very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it.
"Herald, read the accusation!" said the King. So the White Rabbit (who was the herald) blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then read as follows:
"The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts
And took them quite away!"
"Call the first witness," said the King, and the White Rabbit called out, "First witness!"
Who Stole the Tarts?
The first witness was 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."
At that moment, Alice felt herself begin to grow.
The Hatter said that he couldn't remember anything, and the King said, "You may go" and the Hatter hurriedly left the court.
"- 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.
Alice watched as the White Rabbit looked at his list of witnesses. Imagine her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill little voice, the name, "Alice!" "HERE!" cried Alice, forgetting that she had grown in the last few minutes. She jumped up in such a hurry that she knocked over all the other animals.
The King and Queen were still trying to decide if the Knave (Jack) of Hearts had stolen the tarts, which Alice said was ridiculous as the tarts were right there in front of them. The King called out, "
All persons over a mile high must leave the court.
" Alice replied, "That's not a regular rule, you just invented it!" And the King said, "It's the
oldest rule in the book
." "Then it
ought to be number one
," said Alice.
Then the Queen shouted, "
Off with her head!
Chapter 12: Alice's Evidence
Who cares for you?" said Alice (she had grown to her 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; she gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently patting her head.
"Wake up, Alice dear!" said her sister. "Why, what a long sleep you've had!"
"Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" said Alice. And she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, "It
a curious dream, dear, certainly; but now run in to your tea: it's getting late." So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, what a wonderful dream it had been.
The King and Queen, at court, with the plate of tarts in front of them.
adapted by Beth Dennis Feb. 2014
Alice saw a large mushroom growing near her, and when she peeped over the edge of it, and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, smoking a long hookah (a type of pipe). "Who are
?" said the caterpillar. "I-- I hardly know, Sir, just at present -- at least I know who I
when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."
The Mouse's Tale
: "Mine is a long and a sad
" said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. "It
, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the
; "but why do you call it sad?" And she kept on looking at it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the
was something like this:--
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. “What sort of people live about here?”
“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round, “lives a Hatter: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad (crazy).”
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice 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?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Charles Ludwidge Dodgeson (1832-1898), known to us by his pen name, Lewis Carroll, was born in 1832. Besides being a children's author, Lewis Carroll taught math at a college, wrote math books, invented math and logic games, was an amateur artist and illustrator, and was also a photographer!!!
Lewis Carroll never married, but loved children. He spent a lot of time with his many nieces and nephews (he himself was the oldest of 11 children). One day in 1862, while taking a riverboat ride with the 3 young daughters of the dean he worked for (like a principal of a college). He told them a story about "Alice's Adventures Underground." Alice was the name of 1 of the little girls he was with. When she asked him to write the story out for her, he did, and this was how "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" was made!
When Lewis Carroll was living, children's books were full of morals, and stories telling children how they should be behaving. Lewis Carrol's stories for children were anything but- they are imaginative and purely entertaining. His works are usually considered by many to be the greatest and most influential children's books to have been written in English.
Sir John Tenniel (1820-1914) was an artist who mostly made political cartoons, as well as illustrated books. Unlike today's practice of the publisher picking the illustrator, Lewis Carroll himself chose Tenniel to illustrate "
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
", and Tenniel agreed to submit 42 illustrations according to Carroll's detailed instructions. Lewis Carroll was very particular about the illustrations, probably because, as an amateur illustrator himself, he was upset that he wasn't allowed to illustrate the book. However, John Tenniel was every bit as picky as Carroll, and the illustrations were wonderful. Tenniel stopped illustrating books after he illustrated Carroll's sequel "
Alice Through the Looking-Glass
". John Tenniel was knighted in 1893 for his work (he became known as
Note: a footman is a servant whose job it was to open the door, help people in and out of carriages (and later, cars), and help serve meals.
Tea is a light afternoon meal, usually eaten between 4:00-6:00pm. It consists of tea and a small sandwich or baked good, such as a scone. The evening meal is eaten much later, usually after 8:00pm.
Note: The word "mock", as used here, means "fake" or "not real".