The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying over head
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it WOULD be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him.
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax
Of cabbages - and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed
Now if you're ready Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said.
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size.
Holding his pocket handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none
And that was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
- I like the Walrus best, - said Alice: - because you see he was a
LITTLE sorry for the poor oysters.
- He ate more than the Carpenter, though, - said Tweedledee. - You
see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't
count how many he took: contrariwise.
- That was mean! - Alice said indignantly. - Then I like the
Carpenter best - if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.
- But he ate as many as he could get, - said Tweedledum. This was a
puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, - Well! They were
BOTH very unpleasant characters - Here she checked herself in some alarm,
at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large
steam-engine in the wood near them, thought she feared it was more likely
to be a wild beast. - Are there any lions or tigers about here? - she
asked timidly.
- It's only the Red King snoring, - said Tweedledee.
- Come and look at him! - the brothers cried, and they each took one
of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
- Isn't he a LOVELY sight?" said Tweedledum. Alice couldn't say
honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap
on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy
heap, and snoring loud - fit to snore his head off! - as Tweedledum
remarked.
- I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass, - said
Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
- He's dreaming now, - said Tweedledee: - and what do you think he's
dreaming about?
Alice said - Nobody can guess that. - Why, about YOU! - Tweedledee
exclaimed, clapping his hands
triumphantly. - And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
suppose you'd be?
- Where I am now, of course, - said Alice.
- Not you! - Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. - You'd be nowhere.
Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!
- If that there King was to wake, - added Tweedledum, - you'd go out
- bang! - just like a candle!
- I shouldn't! - Alice exclaimed indignantly. - Besides, if I'M only
a sort of thing in his dream, what are YOU, I should like to know?
- Ditto - said Tweedledum.
- Ditto, ditto - cried Tweedledee. He shouted this so loud that Alice
couldn't help saying, - Hush!
You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.
- Well, it no use YOUR talking about waking him, - said Tweedledum, -
when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're
not real.
- I AM real! - said Alice and began to cry.
- You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying, - Tweedledee
remarked: - there's nothing to cry about.
- If I wasn't real, - Alice said - half-laughing though her tears, it
all seemed so ridiculous - I shouldn't be able to cry.
- I hope you don't suppose those are real tears? - Tweedledum
interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
- I know they're talking nonsense, - Alice thought to herself: - and
it's foolish to cry about it. - So she brushed away her tears, and went on
as cheerfully as she could. - At any rate I'd better be getting out of the
wood, for really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going to
rain?
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and
looked up into it. - No, I don't think it is, - he said: - at least - not
under HERE. Nohow.
- But it may rain OUTSIDE?
- It may - if it chooses, - said Tweedledee: - we've no objection.
Contrariwise.
- Selfish things! - thought Alice, and she was just going to say -
Good-night - and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from under the
umbrella and seized her by the wrist.
- Do you see THAT? - he said, in a voice choking with passion, and
his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed with a
trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.
- It's only a rattle, - Alice said, after a careful examination of
the little white thing. - Not a rattleSNAKE, you know, - she added
hastily, thinking that he was frightened: only an old rattle - quite old
and broken.
- I knew it was! - cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly
and tear his hair. - It's spoilt, of course! - Here he looked at
Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide
himself under the umbrella.
Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said in a soothing tone, - You
needn't be so angry about an old rattle.
- But it isn't old! - Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever.
- It's new, I tell you - I bought it yesterday - my nice New RATTLE! - and
his voice rose to a perfect scream.
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the umbrella,
with himself in it: which was such an extraordinary thing to do, that it
quite took off Alice's attention from the angry brother. But he couldn't
quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the
umbrella, with only his head out: and there he lay, opening and shutting
his mouth and his large eyes - 'looking more like a fish than anything
else, - Alice thought.
- Of course you agree to have a battle? - Tweedledum said in a calmer
tone.
- I suppose so, - the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the
umbrella: - only SHE must help us to dress up, you know.
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood, and returned
in a minute with their arms full of things - such as bolsters, blankets,
hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers and coal-scuttles. - I hope you're
a good hand a pinning and tying strings? - Tweedledum remarked. - Every
one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other.
Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about
anything in all her life - the way those two bustled about -and the
quantity of things they put on - and the trouble they gave her in tying
strings and fastening buttons - Really they'll be more like bundles of old
clothes that anything else, by the time they're ready! - she said to
herself, as he arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedledee, - to keep
his head from being cut off, - as he said.
- You know, - he added very gravely, - it's one of the most serious
things that can possibly happen to one in a battle - to get one's head cut
off.
Alice laughed loud: but she managed to turn it into a cough, for fear
of hurting his feelings.
- Do I look very pale? - said Tweedledum, coming up to have his
helmet tied on. (He CALLED it a helmet, though it certainly looked much
more like a saucepan.)
- Well - yes - a LITTLE, - Alice replied gently.
- I'm very brave generally, - he went on in a low voice: - only
to-day I happen to have a headache.
- And I'VE got a toothache! - said Tweedledee, who had overheard the
remark. - I'm far worse off than you!
- Then you'd better not fight to-day, - said Alice, thinking it a
good opportunity to make peace.
- We MUST have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on
long, - said Tweedledum. - What's the time now?
Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said - Half-past four. - Let's
fight till six, and then have dinner, - said Tweedledum. - Very well, -
the other said, rather sadly: - and SHE can watch us
only you'd better not come VERY close, - he added: - I generally hit
everything I can see - when I get really excited.
- And _I_ hit everything within reach, - cried Tweedledum, - whether
I can see it or not!
Alice laughed. - You must hit the TREES pretty often, I should think,
- she said.
Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. I don't suppose,
- he said, - there'll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, by
the time we've finished!
- And all about a rattle! - said Alice, still hoping to make them a
LITTLE ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.
- I shouldn't have minded it so much, - said Tweedledum, - if it
hadn't been a new one.
- I wish the monstrous crow would come! - though Alice.
- There's only one sword, you know, - Tweedledum said to his brother:
- but you can have the umbrella - it's quite as sharp. Only we must begin
quick. It's getting as dark as it can.
- And darker. - said Tweedledee. It was getting dark so suddenly that
Alice thought there must be a
thunderstorm coming on. - What a thick black cloud that is! - she said. -
And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!
- It's the crow! - Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm:
and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a
moment.
Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree.
- It can never get at me HERE, - she thought: - it's far too large to
squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings
so - it make quite a hurricane in the wood - here's somebody's shawl being
blown away!
CHAPTER V
Wool and Water
She caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about for the owner: in
another moment the White Queen came running wildly through the wood, with
both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and Alice very
civilly went to meet her with the shawl.
- I'm very glad I happened to be in the way, - Alice said, as she
helped her to put on her shawl again.
The While Queen only looked at her in a helpless frightened sort of
way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herself that sounded
like - bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter, - and Alice felt that if there
was to be any conversation at all, she must manage it herself. So she
began rather timidly: - Am I addressing the White Queen?
- Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing, - The Queen said. - It
isn't MY notion of the thing, at all."
Alice thought it would never do to have an argument at the very
beginning of their conversation, so she smiled and said, - If your Majesty
will only tell me the right way to begin, I'll do it as well as I can.
- But I don't want it done at all! - groaned the poor Queen. - I've
been a-dressing myself for the last two hours.
It would have been all the better, as it seemed to Alice, if she had
got some one else to dress her, she was so dreadfully untidy. - Every
single thing's crooked, - Alice thought to herself, - and she's all over
pins! - may I put your shawl straight for you? - she added aloud.
- I don't know what's the matter with it! - the Queen said, in a
melancholy voice. - It's out of temper, I think. I've pinned it here, and
I've pinned it there, but there's no pleasing it!
- It CAN'T go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side,
Alice said, as she gently put it right for her; - and, dear me, what a
state your hair is in!
- The brush has got entangled in it! - the Queen said with a sigh. -
And I lost the comb yesterday.
Alice carefully released the brush, and did her best to get the hair
into order. - Come, you look rather better now! - she said, after altering
most of the pins. - But really you should have a lady's maid!
- I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure! - the Queen said. - Twopence
a week, and jam every other day.
Alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, - I don't want you to hire
ME - and I don't care for jam.
- It's very good jam, - said the Queen.
- Well, I don't want any TO-DAY, at any rate.
- You couldn't have it if you DID want it, - the Queen said. - The
rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday - but never jam to-day.
- It MUST come sometimes to "jam do-day," - Alice objected.
- No, it can't, - said the Queen. - It's jam every OTHER day: to-day
isn't any OTHER day, you know.
- I don't understand you, - said Alice. - It's dreadfully confusing!
- That's the effect of living backwards, - the Queen said kindly: -
it always makes one a little giddy at first
- Living backwards! - Alice repeated in great astonishment. - I never
heard of such a thing!
- but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both
ways.
- I'm sure MINE only works one way. - Alice remarked. - I can't
remember things before they happen.
- It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards, - the Queen
remarked.
- What sort of things do YOU remember best? - Alice ventured to ask.
- Oh, things that happened the week after next, - the Queen replied
in a careless tone. - For instance, now, - she went on, sticking a large
piece of plaster [band-aid] on her finger as she spoke, - there's the
King's Messenger. He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial
doesn't even begin till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last
of all.
- Suppose he never commits the crime? - said Alice.
- That would be all the better wouldn't it? - the Queen said, as she
bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.
Alice felt there was no denying THAT. - Of course it would be all the
better, - she said: - but it wouldn't be all the better his being
punished.
- You're wrong THERE, at any rate, - said the Queen: - were YOU ever
punished?
- Only for faults, - said Alice.
- And you were all the better for it, I know! - the Queen said
triumphantly.
- Yes, but then I HAD done the things I was punished for, - said
Alice: - that makes all the difference.
- But if you HADN'T done them, - the Queen said, - that would have
been better still; better, and better, and better! - Her voice went higher
with each - better, - till it got quite to a squeak at last.
Alice was just beginning to say - There's a mistake somewhere-, - **
when the Queen began screaming so loud that she had to leave the sentence
unfinished. - Oh, oh, oh! - shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as
if she wanted to shake it off. - My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine, that
Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.
- What IS the matter? - she said, as soon as there was a chance of
making herself heard. - Have you pricked your finger?
- I haven't pricked it YET, - the Queen said, - but I soon shall oh,
oh, oh!
- When do you expect to do it? - Alice asked, feeling very much
inclined to laugh.
- When I fasten my shawl again, - the poor Queen groaned out: - the
brooch will come undone directly. Oh, oh! - As she said the words the
brooch flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp
it again.
- Take care! - cried Alice. - You're holding it all crooked! - And
she caught at the brooch; but it was too late: the pin had slipped, and
the Queen had pricked her finger.
- That accounts for the bleeding, you see, - she said to Alice with a
smile. - Now you understand the way things happen here.
- But why don't you scream now? - Alice asked, holding her hands
ready to put over her ears again.
- Why, I've done all the screaming already, - said the Queen. - What
would be the good of having it all over again?
By this time it was getting light. - The crow must have flown away, I
think, - said Alice: - I'm so glad it's gone. I thought it was the night
coming on.
- I wish _I_ could manage to be glad! - the Queen said. - Only I
never can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood,
and being glad whenever you like!
- Only it is so VERY lonely here! - Alice said in a melancholy voice;
and at the thought of her loneliness two large tears came rolling down her
cheeks.
- Oh, don't go on like that! - cried the poor Queen, wringing her
hands in despair. - Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a
long way you've come to-day. Consider what o'clock it is. Consider
anything, only don't cry!
Alice could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of her
tears. - Can YOU keep from crying by considering things? - she asked.
- That's the way it's done, - the Queen said with great decision: -
nobody can do two things at once, you know. Let's consider you age to
begin with - how old are you?
- I - m seven and a half exactly.
- You needn't say "exactually," - the Queen remarked: - I can believe
it without that. Now I'll give YOU something to believe. I'm just one
hundred and one, five months and a day.
- I can't believe THAT! - said Alice.
- Can't you? - the Queen said in a pitying tone. - Try again: draw a
long breath, and shut your eyes.
Alice laughed. - There's not use trying, - she said: - one CAN'T
believe impossible things.
- I daresay you haven't had much practice, - said the Queen. - When I
was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've
believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the
shawl again!
The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sudden gust of wind
blew the Queen's shawl across a little brook. The Queen spread out her
arms again, and went flying after it, and this time she succeeded in
catching it for herself. - I've got! - she cried in a triumphant tone. -
Now you shall see me pin it on again, all by myself!
- Then I hope your finger is better now? - Alice said very politely,
as she crossed the little brook after the Queen.
* * * * * * *
* * * * * *
* * * * * * *
- Oh, much better! - cried the Queen, her voice rising to a squeak as
she went on. - Much be-etter! Be-etter! Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh! - The last
word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep that Alice quite started.
She looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself
up in wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldn't make out
what had happened at all. Was she in a shop? And was that really - was it
really a SHEEP that was sitting on the other side of the counter? Rub as
she could, she could make nothing more of it: she was in a little dark
shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, and opposite to her was a
old Sheep, sitting in an arm-chair knitting, and every now and then
leaving off to look at her through a great pair of spectacles.
- What is it you want to buy? - the Sheep said at last, looking up
for a moment from her knitting.
- I don't QUITE know yet, - Alice said, very gently. I should like to
look all round me first, if I might.
- You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like, said
the Sheep: - but you can't look ALL round you - unless you've got eyes at
the back of your head.
But these, as it happened, Alice had NOT got: so she contented
herself with turning round, looking at the shelves as she came to them.
The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things - but the
oddest part of it all was, that whenever she looked hard at any shelf, to
make out exactly what it had on it, that particular shelf was always quite
empty: though the others round it were crowded as full as they could hold.
- Things flow about so here! - she said at last in a plaintive tone, after
she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a large bright thing, that
looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a work-box, and was always
in the shelf next above the one she was looking at. - And this one is the
most provoking of all - but I'll tell you what - she added, as a sudden
thought struck her, - I'll follow it up to the very top shelf of all.
It'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling, I expect!
But even this plan failed: the - thing - went through the ceiling as
quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.
- Are you a child or a teetotum? - the Sheep said, as she took up
another pair of needles. - You'll make me giddy soon, if you go on turning
round like that. - She was now working with fourteen pairs at once, and
Alice couldn't help looking at her in great astonishment.
- How CAN she knit with so many? - the puzzled child thought to
herself. - She gets more and more like a porcupine every minute!
- Can you row? - the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting
needles as she spoke.
- Yes, a little - but not on land - and not with needles Alice was
beginning to say, when suddenly the needles turned into oars in her hands,
and she found they were in a little boat, gliding along between banks: so
there was nothing for it but to do her best.
- Feather! - cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of needles.
This didn't sound like a remark that needed any answer, so Alice said
nothing, but pulled away. There was something very queer about the water,
she thought, as every now and then the oars got fast in it, and would
hardly come out again.
- Feather! Feather! - the Sheep cried again, taking more needles. -
You'll be catching a crab directly.
- A dear little crab! - thought Alice. - I should like that.
- Didn't you hear me say "Feather"? - the Sheep cried angrily, taking
up quite a bunch of needles.
- Indeed I did, - said Alice: - you've said it very often - and very
loud. Please, where ARE the crabs?
- In the water, of course! - said the Sheep, sticking some of the
needles into her hair, as her hands were full. - Feather, I say!
- WHY do you say "feather" so often? - Alice asked at last, rather
vexed. 'I'm not a bird!
- You are, - said the Sheet: - you're a little goose. This offended
Alice a little, so there was no more conversation for a
minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes among beds of
weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse then ever), and
sometimes under trees, but always with the same tall river-banks frowning
over their heads.
- Oh, please! There are some scented rushes! - Alice cried in a
sudden transport of delight. - There really are - and SUCH beauties!
- You needn't say "please" to ME about - em - the Sheep said, without
looking up from her knitting: - I didn't put - em there, and I'm not going
to take - em away.
- No, but I meant - please, may we wait and pick some? - Alice
pleaded. - If you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute.
- How am _I_ to stop it? - said the Sheep. - If you leave off rowing,
it'll stop of itself.
So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it
glided gently in among the waving rushes. And then the little sleeves were
carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep to get
the rushes a good long way down before breaking them off - and for a while
Alice forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting, as she bent over the
side of the boat, with just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the
water - while with bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch after another
of the darling scented rushes.
- I only hope the boat won't tipple over! - she said to herself. Oh,
WHAT a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite reach it. - And it certainly DID
seem a little provoking ( - almost as if it happened on purpose, she
thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as
the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn't
reach.
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