Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

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 what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?”

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

(Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)

The Antipathies, I think—” (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word)

Antipodes :-)

“Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes, “Do bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She

and tied around the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words “DRINK ME” beautifully printed on it in large letters.

To be sure, this generally happens when one 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.

half afraid that it would be offended again. “Mine is a long and a sad tale!” said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. “It is a long tail, certainly,” said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse’s tail; “but why do you call it sad?”

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat. “—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

“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.”

“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

“Somebody said,” Alice whispered, “that it’s done by everybody minding their own business!”

“Why, she,” said the Gryphon. “It’s all her fancy, that: they never executes nobody, you know. Come on!”

“That’s the reason they’re called lessons,” the Gryphon remarked: “because they lessen from day to day.”

“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!”

“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”

and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon her face.

“Wake up, Alice dear!” said her sister; “Why, what a long sleep you’ve had!”

remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.