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<title>An extract from <hi rend="italics">Alice in Wonderland</hi></title>
<author>Lewis Carroll</author>
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<publisher>Dalhousie University</publisher>
<pubPlace>Halifax</pubPlace>
<date>November 10, 2013</date>
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<author>Lewis Carroll</author>
<editor>Donald J. Gray</editor>
<edition>Second Edition</edition>
<title>Alice in Wonderland</title>
<publisher>W.W. Norton & Company</publisher>
<pubPlace>New York, N.Y.</pubPlace>
<date>c.1992</date>
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<div type="poem1">
<head>A Poem</head>
<p><hi rend="italics">Alice's Adventures in Wonderland opens with this
poem</hi></p>
<figure xml:id="fig01" rend="floatimage">
<graphic url="watch.gif" scale="0.5"/>
<head type="caption">Pocket Watch (Fancy antique)</head>
</figure>
<lg>
<l>All in the golden afternoon</l>
<l>     Full leisurely we glide;</l>
<l>For both our oars, with little skill,</l>
<l>     By little arms are plied,</l>
<l>While little hands make vain pretence</l>
<l>     Our wanderings to guide.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Ah, cruel Three!<note>The three Liddel children Lorina (“Prima”), Alice (“Secunda”), and
Edith (“Tertia”). Alice was ten when the expedition to Godstow during which the
story was begun took place in 1862. She is seven in Alice’s Adventures in
Wonderland, which is set in May; and seven and a half in Through the
Looking-Glass, which is set in November</note> In such an hour,</l>
<l>     Beneath such dreamy weather,</l>
<l>To beg a tale of breath too weak</l>
<l>     To stir the tiniest feather!</l>
<l>Yet what can one poor voice avail </l>
<l>     Against three tongues together?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Imperious Prima flashes forth </l>
<l>     Her edict “to begin it”: </l>
<l>In gentler tones Secunda hopes </l>
<l>     “There will be nonsense in it!” </l>
<l>While Tertia interrupts the tale </l>
<l>     Not more than once a minute. </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Anon, to sudden silence won, </l>
<l>     In fancy they pursue </l>
<l>The dream-child moving through a land </l>
<l>     Of wonders wild and new, </l>
<l>In friendly chat with bird or beast— </l>
<l>     And half believe it true. </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And ever, as the story drained </l>
<l>     The wells of fancy dry, </l>
<l>And faintly strove that weary one </l>
<l>     To put the subject by, </l>
<l>“The rest next time—“ “It is next time!” </l>
<l>     The happy voices cry. </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: </l>
<l>     Thus slowly, one by one, </l>
<l>Its quaint events were hammered out— </l>
<l>     And now the tale is done, </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>And home we steer, a merry crew, </l>
<l>     Beneath the setting sun. </l>
<l>Alice! A childish story take, </l>
<l>     And, with a gentle hand, </l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined </l>
<l>     In memory’s mystic band. </l>
<l>Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers </l>
<l>     Pluck’d in a far-off land. </l>
</lg>
<p><pb n="3" type="Pagenumber"/></p>
</div>
<div type="poem2">
<head>Christmas-Greetings</head>
<p>[From a Fairy to a Child]<note>This poem was first printed in Phantasmagoria (1869).
It was attached to the first Alice book when it was reprinted in the facsimile
edition of Alice’s Adventures Under Ground (1886), the manuscript book that
Dodgson gave to Alice Liddell in November 1864.</note>
<lg>
<l>Lady dear, if Fairies may</l>
<l>      For a moment lay aside</l>
<l>Cunning tricks and elfish play,</l>
<l>      ‘Tis at happy Christmas-tide</l>
<l>We have heard the children say—</l>
<l>      Gentle children, who we love—</l>
<l>Long ago, on Christmas Day,</l>
<l>      Came a message from above.</l>
<l>Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,</l>
<l>      They remember it again—</l>
<l>Echo still the joyful sound</l>
<l>      “Peace on earth, good-will to men!”</l>
<l>Yet the hearts must childlike be</l>
<l>      Where such heavenly guests abide;</l>
<l>Unto children, in their glee,</l>
<l>      All the year is Christmas-tide!</l>
<l>Thus, forgetting tricks and play</l>
<l>      For a moment, Lady dear,</l>
<l>We would wish you, if we may,</l>
<l>      Merry Christmas, glad New Year!</l>
<l>Christmas, 1867</l>
</lg>
<pb n="5" type="Pagenumber"/>
</p>
<figure xml:id="fig02" rend="floatimage">
<graphic url="rabbit.png"/>
<head type="caption">The White Rabbit (Tenniel, 1865, 02)</head>
</figure>
</div>
<div type="Chapter1">
<head>Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole</head>
<p>Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the 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, <q>and what is the use of a
book,</q> thought Alice, <q>without pictures or conversations?</q></p>
<p>So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made
her 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 her. </p>
<p>There was nothing so very remarkable in that, nor did Alice think it so <hi
rend="italics">very</hi> much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself
<q>Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!</q> (when she thought it over afterwards
it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all
seemed quite natural); but, when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of it
waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet,
for it</p>
<pb n="7"/>
<p>flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either
waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran
across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large
rabbit-hole under the hedge.</p>
<p>In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considered how in the world
she was to get out again. </p>
<p>The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly
down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before
she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.</p>
<p>Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as
she went down to look about her, and to wonder what was going to happen next. First,
she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to
see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were
filled with cupboards and book-shelves: here and there she saw maps and pictures hung
upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed: it was labeled
<hi rend="italics" style="bold">“ORANGE MARMALADE,”</hi> but to her great
disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar, for fear of killing
somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past
it. </p>
<p><q>Well!</q> thought Alice to herself. <q>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 of the top of the house!</q>(Which
was very likely true.)</p>
<p>Down, down, down. Would the fall <hi rend="italics">never</hi> come to an end? <q>I
wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?</q> she said aloud. <q>I must be
getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four
thousand miles down, I think—</q> (for, you see, Alice had learnt several thinks
of this sort in her lessons in the school-room, and although this was not a <hi
rend="italics">very</hi> good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there
was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) <q>—yes,
that’s about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve
go to?</q> (Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude
either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)</p>
<p>Presently she began again. <q>I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How
funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads
downwards! The antipathies, I think—</q> (she was rather glad there was no one
listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) <q>—but I shall have
to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this
New</q></p>
<pb n="8"/>
<p><q>Zealand? Or Australia?</q>(and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy,<hi
rend="italics">curtseying</hi> as you’re falling through the air! Do you think you
could manage it?) <q>And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking!
Not, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.</q></p>
<p>Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again.
<q>Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!</q> (Dinah was the
cat.<note>Dinah was also the name of the Liddell’s cat, named, with her companion
Villikens, after the character in a popular mid century dialect ballad</note>)
<q>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’, afraid, but you
might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I
wonder?</q> And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to
herself, in a dreamy fort of way, <q>Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?</q> and
sometimes <q>Do bats eat cats?</q> for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either
question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing
off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and
was saying to her, very earnestly, <q>Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat
a bat?</q> when suddenly, thump! Thump! Down she came upon a heap of sticks and
dry leaves, and the fall was over. </p>
<p>Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked
up, but it was all dark overhead: before her was another long passage, and the White
Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away
went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner,
<q>Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!</q> She was close behind it
when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found
herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the
roof.</p>
<p>There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had
been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly
down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again. </p>
<p>Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass: there
was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first idea was that his 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, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind
it was a little door about fifteen </p>
<pb n="9"/>
<p>inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it
fitted!</p>
<figure xml:id="fig03" rend="floatimage">
<graphic url="alice.png"/>
<head type="caption">Alice (Tenniel, 1865, 04)</head>
</figure>
<p>Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger
than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest
garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not event
get her head through the doorway; <q>and even if my head <hi rend="italics"
>would</hi> go thought,</q> thought poor Alice, <q>“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.</q> For, you see, so many out-of-the-way
things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed
were really impossible. </p>
<p>There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the
table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules
for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it
(<q>which certainly was not here before,</q> said Alice), and tied around the neck
of the bottle was a paper label, with the words <hi rend="italics">“DRINK ME”</hi>
beautifully printed on it in large letters. </p>
<p>It was all very well to say <hi rend="italics">“Drink me,”</hi> but the wise little
Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. <q>No, I’ll look first,</q> she said,
<q>“and see whether it’s marked <hi rend="italics">‘poison’</hi> or not</q>; for
she had read several nice little stories about children who had got burnt, and eaten
up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember
the simple rules their friends had taught</p>
<pb n="10"/>
<p>them:<note>This reference is a traditional kind of children’s story, popular in the
late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries but beginning to seem old-fashioned
by the time Dodgson told the Alice stories, in which clear lessons of obedience
and prudence were enforced by visiting terrible calamities upon children who
transgressed. Dodgson placed asterisks after the paragraphs in which Alice drinks
the contents of the bottle and, later in this chapter and again in chapter 5, east
the cake, in order to emphasize the abrupt changes characteristics of the
strangely ordered experience of Wonderland</note> such as, that a red-hot poker
will burn you if you hold it too long; and that, if you cut your finger <hi
rend="italics">very</hi> deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never
forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked “poison,” it is almost certain
to disagree with you, sooner or later.</p>
<p>However, this bottle was not marked “poison,” so Alice ventured to taste it, and,
finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavor of cherry-tart,
custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast), she very soon
finished it off. </p>
<p><q>What a curious feeling!</q> said Alice. <q>I must be shutting up like a
telescope!</q> And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her
face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through
the little door into that lovely garden. First, how-</p>
<pb n="11"/>
<p>ever, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she
felt a little nervous about this; <q>for it might end, you know,</q> said Alice to
herself, <q>in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like
then?</q> And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the
candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.</p>
<p>After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the
garden at once but, alas for poor Alice! When she got to the door, she found she
could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through, the glass, and
she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery;
and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and
cried.</p>
<p><q>Come, there’s no use in crying like that!</q> said Alice to herself rather
sharply. <q>I advise you to leave off this minute!</q> She general gave herself very
good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself
so severely as to bring tears into her eye; and once she remembered trying to box her
own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against
herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. <q>But
it’s no use now,</q> thought poor Alice, <q>to pretend to be two people! Why,
there’s hardly enough of me left to make <hi rend="italics">one</hi> respectable
person!</q></p>
<p>Soon her eyes fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened
it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words <hi rend="italics">“EAT
ME”</hi> were beautifully marked in currants. <q>Well, I’ll eat it,</q> said
Alice, <q>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!</q></p>
<p>She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself <q>Which way? Which way?</q>,
holding her hand on the top of her head to heel which way it was growing; and she was
quite surprised to find that she remained the same size. To be sure, this is what
generally happened when on eats cake; but Alice 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</p>
<p>So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.</p>
<pb n="12"/>
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