Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

By Lewis Carroll and SBP Editors

Life gets strange when Alice sees a white rabbit wearing a coat and gloves. Then she follows him down a hole. Suddenly she grows smaller, larger, smaller, larger, smaller--and almost drown in her own tears.

She meets a dodo, a lizard, a smoking caterpillar, a duchess... a cat without a grin. Then a grin--without a cat. She has a mad tea pa

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samaira Book Publishers
• Release date: Apr 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9789380914046

Lewis Carroll

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832–98), better known by the pseudonym Lewis Carroll, was an English author, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon, and a photographer. His most famous writings are Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, as well as the poems "The Hunting of the Snark" and "Jabberwocky," all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. He is noted for his facility at word play, logic, and fantasy.

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Contents

Introduction

Lewis Carroll

Author’s Note

Chapter One

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Chapter Two

The Pool of Tears

Chapter Three

A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

Chapter Four

The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill

Chapter Five

Advice from a Caterpillar

Chapter Six

Pig and Pepper

Chapter Seven

A Mad Tea-Party

Chapter Eight

The Queen’s Croquet Ground

Chapter Nine

The Mock Turtle’s Story

Chapter Ten

The Lobster Quadrille

Chapter Eleven

Who Stole the Tarts?

Chapter Twelve

Alice’s Evidence

Introduction

Life gets strange when Alice sees a white rabbit wearing a coat and gloves. Then she follows him down a hole. Suddenly she grows smaller, larger, smaller, larger, smaller--and almost drown in her own tears.

She meets a dodo, a lizard, a smoking caterpillar, a duchess... a cat without a grin. Then a grin--without a cat. She has a mad tea party with a hatter and a hare.

And a madder croquet game with a King--where playing card soldiers are the hoops, flamingoes are the mallets, hedgehogs are the balls and the Queen of Hearts cries OFF WITH THEIR HEADS! Which lands Alice, the mock turtle, and a gryphon (a what?) at a trial without rules where death is the penalty! In Wonderland, anything can happen—

And probably, anything will....

Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll was the pen name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson who was born 27 January 1832. He was an English writer, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer. His most famous writings are Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, as well as the poems The Hunting of the Snark and Jabberwocky, all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. He is noted for his facility at word play, logic, and fantasy, and there are societies in many parts of the world (including the United Kingdom, Japan, the United States, and New Zealand dedicated to the enjoyment and promotion of his works and the investigation of his life. He died – 14 January 1898.

Author’s Note

Enquiries have been so often addressed to me, as to whether any answer to the Hatter’s Riddle can be imagined, that I may as well put on record here what seems to me to be a fairly appropriate answer, viz. ‘Because it can Produce a few notes, though they are very flat; and it is never put with the wrong end in front!’ This, however, is merely an afterthought: the Riddle, as originally invented, had no answer at all.

—Christmas 1896

All in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;

For both our oars, with little skill,

By little arms are plied,

While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour

Beneath such dreamy weather,

To bag a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather!

Yet what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict ‘to begin it’ –

In gentler tone Secunda hopes

‘There will be nonsense in it!’ –

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more 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 one

To put the subject by,

‘The rest next time –’ ‘It is next time!’

The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:

Thus slowly, one by one,

Its quaint events were hammered out –

And now the tale is done,

And home 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 band,

Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers

Pluck’d in a far-off land.

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Chapter One

Down the Rabbit-Hole

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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, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ Thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversation?’

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.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered, but at the time at all seemed quite naturally); but when the rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like 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 a very deep well.

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 to dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves: here and there she was amps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed: it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty; she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one 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 downstairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!’ (Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? ‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think –’ (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very 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) ‘– yes, that’s about the right distance – but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?’ (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

Presently she began again. ‘I