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Alice'southward Adventures

in Wonderland

LEWIS CARROLL

Alice's Adventures

in Wonderland

INTRODUCED By

CHRIS RIDDELL

Illustrations by JOHN TENNIEL

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INTRODUCTION By

CHRIS RIDDELL

' "What is the employ of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?" '

If yous feel the same way, and then you lot'll love Alice'due south Adventures in Wonderland. It is full of slap-up conversations. Alice talks to a pipe-smoking caterpillar sitting on a magic mushroom, a sneezing Duchess nursing a infant hog, and a mad Hatter, a March Hare and a Dormouse at a tea-party. My favourite conversation is the i Alice has with a tearful Mock Turtle.

' "When we were lilliputian," the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a niggling now and then, "we went to school in the sea. The master was an former Turtle – we used to telephone call him Tortoise –"

' "Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?" Alice asked.

' "Nosotros called him Tortoise considering he taught united states," said the Mock Turtle angrily: "really y'all are very dull!" '

Just every bit good as the conversations are the pictures. These were drawn by a famous political cartoonist chosen John Tenniel and they bring the strange world of Wonderland vividly to life. There are lizards flying out of chimney pots, fat men doing amazing somersaults, frogs dressed as footmen and a large Cheshire True cat with a huge grin. My favourite illustration in the whole book is the very kickoff. Information technology shows the White Rabbit looking at his pocket-lookout, worrying that information technology's belatedly. I copied that White Rabbit hundreds of times in my sketchbooks, trying to capture the worried expression in his eye, the folds of his glaze and the wonderful shading at his feet.

It all began on 4 July 1862, when a immature Oxford mathematics lecturer called Charles Dodgson and a friend rowed three children up the Thames from Oxford to Godstow for a picnic. I walked to the same spot and it is a magical place, but I didn't see whatever white rabbits in waistcoats. It was different a hundred and fifty years ago when Dodgson had his picnic. 'On which occasion,' he wrote in his diary, 'I told them the fairy-tale of "Alice'south Adventures Hush-hush".' The youngest of the three children, Alice Liddell, exclaimed at the end of the outing as they returned to Oxford, 'Oh, Mr Dodgson, I wish you would write out Alice'due south Adventures for me!' And so he did.

That picnic fairy-tale was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland which, together with Tenniel's unforgettable illustrations, went on to become one of the almost famous children's books in the world. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson chose his pen-name by taking his Christian names and translating them into Latin before reversing the lodge and turning them dorsum into English. So Charles Lutwidge became Carolus Ludovicus, which, reversed, became Lewis Carroll. It is only similar something out of Wonderland.

When I was nine, I was thrilled when it was appear that the school play that twelvemonth was to exist an adaptation of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Of course, I auditioned for the office of the White Rabbit, with his umbrella and pocket-watch and fabulous long white ears. I was devastated when I didn't go the part. I soon cheered up, though, when I was cast as the March Hare. I still got to clothing some wonderfully long ears and although I didn't have an umbrella or pocket-lookout, I did get to swallow block – lots of it at the tea-party! After all, what is the use of a school play, I always say, without large ears and cake?

Contents

Publisher's Note

1 Downward the Rabbit-Hole

2 The Puddle of Tears

3 A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

four The Rabbit Sends in a Picayune Bill

5 Advice from a Caterpillar

6 Sus scrofa and Pepper

7 A Mad Tea-Party

8 The Queen's Croquet-Ground

9 The Mock Turtle's Story

10 The Lobster Quadrille

11 Who Stole the Tarts?

12 Alice'south Evidence

PUBLISHER'Southward NOTE

The text of this edition of Alice in Wonderland is that of the start edition. A few exact changes were fabricated in later editions, but these were of minor importance, with ane exception. The verses on pages 116 and 118 were later expanded, and the full version known to all Alice-lovers is every bit follows:

''Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare,

"Yous accept baked me too brown, I must saccharide my pilus."

As a duck with its eyelids, then he with his nose

Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.

When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,

And will talk in cynical tones of the Shark.

Merely, when the tide rises and sharks are around,

His vox has a timid and tremulous sound.

I passed by his garden, and marked, with ane eye,

How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie.

The Panther took pie-chaff, and gravy, and meat,

While the Owl had the dish equally its share of the treat.

When the pie was all finished, the Owl, equally a boon,

Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:

While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,

And ended the banquet –

All in the aureate afternoon

Total leisurely nosotros glide;

For both our oars, with footling skill,

By piffling arms are plied,

While fiddling easily make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,

Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest plumage!

Still what can one poor phonation avail

Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict 'to begin it' –

In gentler tone Secunda hopes

'In that location will be nonsense in it!' –

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,

In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land

Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast –

And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained

The wells of fancy dry,

And faintly strove that weary 1

To put the subject by,

'The rest side by side fourth dimension –' 'It is next time!'

The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:

Thus slowly, one by ane,

Its quaint events were hammered out –

And now the tale is done,

And dwelling house we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,

And with a gentle hand

Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined

In Memory's mystic ring,

Similar pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers

Pluck'd in a far-off country.

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Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting past her sister on the bank, and of having cypher to practise: in one case or twice she had peeped into the volume her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the utilize of a volume,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversation?'

So she was considering in her own listen (as well as she could, for the hot solar day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-concatenation would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when of a sudden a White Rabbit with pinkish eyes ran close by her.

At that place was nothing then very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it and then very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh beloved! Oh love! I shall exist besides belatedly!' (when she thought it over later on, it occurred to her that she ought to take wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and so hurried on, Alice started to her anxiety, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a sentinel to accept out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it popular down a big rabbit-pigsty under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after information technology, never once considering how in the earth she was to get out over again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on similar a tunnel for some mode, and so dipped suddenly downwards, so of a sudden that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she brutal very slowly, for she had plenty of time equally she went down to look almost her, and to wonder what was going to happen side by side. First, she tried to wait downwardly and brand out what she was coming to, but it was as well night to meet anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and volume-shelves: here and in that location she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled 'Orangish MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment information technology was empty: she did non similar to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into i of the cupboards as she fell past it.

'Well!' thought Alice to herself, 'after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How dauntless they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say annihilation about it, even if I roughshod off the meridian of the business firm!' (Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come up to an stop! 'I wonder how many miles I've fallen past this time?' she said aloud. 'I must be getting somewhere about the heart of the earth. Permit me come across: that would be four thou miles downwardly, I think –' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very proficient opportunity for showing off her cognition, every bit in that location was no ane to listen to her, however information technology was good practise to say information technology over) '– yes, that'south about the right distance – but then I wonder what Breadth or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but idea they were nice grand words to say.)

Presently she began once again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny information technology'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The Antipathies, I remember –' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, equally it didn't sound at all the right word) '– but I shall have to enquire them what the proper noun of the state is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey equally she spoke – fancy curtseying as yous're falling through the air! Do yous call up you could manage it?) 'And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see information technology written upwards somewhere.'

Downward, down, down. There was nothing else to exercise, so Alice 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 downward here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very similar a mouse, you know. Simply do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of style, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat cats?' for, y'all come across, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much thing which way she put information technology. She felt that she was dozing off, and had only begun to dream that she was walking hand in mitt with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you always consume a bat?' when all of a sudden, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.

Alice was non a fleck hurt, and she jumped up on to her anxiety in a moment: she looked up, simply information technology was all dark overhead; earlier her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying downward it. In that location was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice similar the wind, and was just in time to hear information technology say, as it turned a corner, 'Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind information technology 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 past a row of lamps hanging from the roof.

There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and upwards the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.

Suddenly she came upon a niggling iii-legged tabular array, all made of solid drinking glass; there was naught on information technology except a tiny golden central, and Alice's offset thought was that information technology might vest to i of the doors of the hall; only, alas! either the locks were too large, or the fundamental was too small, but at any charge per unit it would not open whatever of them. Nevertheless, on the second time circular, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and backside it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden primal in the lock, and to her neat delight information technology fitted!

Alice opened the door and plant 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 always saw. How she longed to go out of that nighttime hall, and wander well-nigh amongst those beds of vivid flowers and those cool fountains, merely she could not even become her head through the doorway; 'and fifty-fifty if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, 'information technology would exist of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I remember I could, if I merely knew how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had hap

pened lately, that Alice had begun to call back that very few things indeed were actually impossible.

There seemed to be no use in waiting past the footling door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might discover some other central on information technology, or at any charge per unit a book of rules for shutting people upwards like telescopes: this time she constitute a trivial bottle on it, ('which certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of the canteen was a paper label, with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on information technology in large letters.

Information technology was all very well to say 'Potable me,' but the wise footling Alice was not going to practice that in a hurry. 'No, I'll expect first,' she said, 'and see whether it's marked "poisonous substance" or not'; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten upward by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all considering they would non remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such every bit, that a cherry-red-hot poker will burn down y'all if you concord information technology as well long; and that if y'all cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it ordinarily bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you beverage much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with yous, sooner or later.

Yet, this bottle was non marked 'poison,' so Alice ventured to gustatory modality it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavor of cherry-tart, custard, pino-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very before long finished it off.

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'What a curious feeling!' said Alice. 'I must be shutting upwards like a telescope.'

And then it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was at present the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. Kickoff, notwithstanding, she waited for a few minutes to encounter if she was going to shrink whatsoever further: she felt a little nervous about this; 'for information technology might end, yous know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is diddled out, for she could non remember always having seen such a affair.

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