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"map_content": "The Project Gutenberg eBook of Alice\u2019s Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll\r\n\r\nThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and\r\nmost other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions\r\nwhatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms\r\nof the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at\r\nwww.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you\r\nwill have to check the laws of the country where you are located before\r\nusing this eBook.\r\n\r\nTitle: Alice\u2019s Adventures in Wonderland\r\n\r\nAuthor: Lewis Carroll\r\n\r\nRelease Date: January, 1991 [eBook #11]\r\n[Most recently updated: October 12, 2020]\r\n\r\nLanguage: English\r\n\r\nCharacter set encoding: UTF-8\r\n\r\nProduced by: Arthur DiBianca and David Widger\r\n\r\n*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE\u2019S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND ***\r\n\r\n[Illustration]\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nAlice\u2019s Adventures in Wonderland\r\n\r\nby Lewis Carroll\r\n\r\nTHE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0\r\n\r\nContents\r\n\r\n CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole\r\n CHAPTER II. The Pool of Tears\r\n CHAPTER III. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale\r\n CHAPTER IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill\r\n CHAPTER V. Advice from a Caterpillar\r\n CHAPTER VI. Pig and Pepper\r\n CHAPTER VII. A Mad Tea-Party\r\n CHAPTER VIII. The Queen\u2019s Croquet-Ground\r\n CHAPTER IX. The Mock Turtle\u2019s Story\r\n CHAPTER X. The Lobster Quadrille\r\n CHAPTER XI. Who Stole the Tarts?\r\n CHAPTER XII. Alice\u2019s Evidence\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER I.\r\nDown the Rabbit-Hole\r\n\r\n\r\nAlice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the\r\nbank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into\r\nthe book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or\r\nconversations in it, \u201cand what is the use of a book,\u201d thought Alice\r\n\u201cwithout pictures or conversations?\u201d\r\n\r\nSo she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the\r\nhot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of\r\nmaking a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and\r\npicking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran\r\nclose by her.\r\n\r\nThere was nothing so _very_ remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it\r\nso _very_ much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, \u201cOh\r\ndear! Oh dear! I shall be late!\u201d (when she thought it over afterwards,\r\nit occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the\r\ntime it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually _took a\r\nwatch out of its waistcoat-pocket_, and looked at it, and then hurried\r\non, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she\r\nhad never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a\r\nwatch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the\r\nfield after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a\r\nlarge rabbit-hole under the hedge.\r\n\r\nIn another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how\r\nin the world she was to get out again.\r\n\r\nThe rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then\r\ndipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think\r\nabout stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very\r\ndeep well.\r\n\r\nEither the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had\r\nplenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what\r\nwas going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out\r\nwhat she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she\r\nlooked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with\r\ncupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures\r\nhung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she\r\npassed; it was labelled \u201cORANGE MARMALADE\u201d, but to her great\r\ndisappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear\r\nof killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the\r\ncupboards as she fell past it.\r\n\r\n\u201cWell!\u201d thought Alice to herself, \u201cafter such a fall as this, I shall\r\nthink nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they\u2019ll all think me\r\nat home! Why, I wouldn\u2019t say anything about it, even if I fell off the\r\ntop of the house!\u201d (Which was very likely true.)\r\n\r\nDown, down, down. Would the fall _never_ come to an end? \u201cI wonder how\r\nmany miles I\u2019ve fallen by this time?\u201d she said aloud. \u201cI must be\r\ngetting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would\r\nbe four thousand miles down, I think\u2014\u201d (for, you see, Alice had learnt\r\nseveral things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and\r\nthough this was not a _very_ good opportunity for showing off her\r\nknowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good\r\npractice to say it over) \u201c\u2014yes, that\u2019s about the right distance\u2014but\r\nthen I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I\u2019ve got to?\u201d (Alice had no\r\nidea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice\r\ngrand words to say.)\r\n\r\nPresently she began again. \u201cI wonder if I shall fall right _through_\r\nthe earth! How funny it\u2019ll seem to come out among the people that walk\r\nwith their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think\u2014\u201d (she was rather\r\nglad there _was_ no one listening, this time, as it didn\u2019t sound at all\r\nthe right word) \u201c\u2014but I shall have to ask them what the name of the\r\ncountry is, you know. Please, Ma\u2019am, is this New Zealand or Australia?\u201d\r\n(and she tried to curtsey as she spoke\u2014fancy _curtseying_ as you\u2019re\r\nfalling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) \u201cAnd what\r\nan ignorant little girl she\u2019ll think me for asking! No, it\u2019ll never do\r\nto ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.\u201d\r\n\r\nDown, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began\r\ntalking again. \u201cDinah\u2019ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!\u201d\r\n(Dinah was the cat.) \u201cI hope they\u2019ll remember her saucer of milk at\r\ntea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are\r\nno mice in the air, I\u2019m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that\u2019s\r\nvery like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?\u201d And here\r\nAlice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a\r\ndreamy sort of way, \u201cDo cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?\u201d and\r\nsometimes, \u201cDo bats eat cats?\u201d for, you see, as she couldn\u2019t answer\r\neither question, it didn\u2019t much matter which way she put it. She felt\r\nthat she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was\r\nwalking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly,\r\n\u201cNow, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?\u201d when suddenly,\r\nthump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and\r\nthe fall was over.\r\n\r\nAlice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment:\r\nshe looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another\r\nlong passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down\r\nit. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind,\r\nand was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, \u201cOh my ears\r\nand whiskers, how late it\u2019s getting!\u201d She was close behind it when she\r\nturned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found\r\nherself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging\r\nfrom the roof.\r\n\r\nThere were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when\r\nAlice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every\r\ndoor, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to\r\nget out again.\r\n\r\nSuddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid\r\nglass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice\u2019s\r\nfirst thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall;\r\nbut, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small,\r\nbut at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second\r\ntime round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and\r\nbehind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the\r\nlittle golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!\r\n\r\nAlice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not\r\nmuch larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the\r\npassage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get\r\nout of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright\r\nflowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head\r\nthrough the doorway; \u201cand even if my head would go through,\u201d thought\r\npoor Alice, \u201cit would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh,\r\nhow I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only\r\nknew how to begin.\u201d For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had\r\nhappened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things\r\nindeed were really impossible.\r\n\r\nThere seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went\r\nback to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at\r\nany rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this\r\ntime she found a little bottle on it, (\u201cwhich certainly was not here\r\nbefore,\u201d said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper\r\nlabel, with the words \u201cDRINK ME,\u201d beautifully printed on it in large\r\nletters.\r\n\r\nIt was all very well to say \u201cDrink me,\u201d but the wise little Alice was\r\nnot going to do _that_ in a hurry. \u201cNo, I\u2019ll look first,\u201d she said,\r\n\u201cand see whether it\u2019s marked \u2018_poison_\u2019 or not\u201d; for she had read\r\nseveral nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and\r\neaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they\r\n_would_ not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them:\r\nsuch as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long;\r\nand that if you cut your finger _very_ deeply with a knife, it usually\r\nbleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a\r\nbottle marked \u201cpoison,\u201d it is almost certain to disagree with you,\r\nsooner or later.\r\n\r\nHowever, this bottle was _not_ marked \u201cpoison,\u201d so Alice ventured to\r\ntaste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed\r\nflavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and\r\nhot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.\r\n\r\n* * * * * * *\r\n\r\n * * * * * *\r\n\r\n* * * * * * *\r\n\r\n\r\n\u201cWhat a curious feeling!\u201d said Alice; \u201cI must be shutting up like a\r\ntelescope.\u201d\r\n\r\nAnd so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face\r\nbrightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going\r\nthrough the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she\r\nwaited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further:\r\nshe felt a little nervous about this; \u201cfor it might end, you know,\u201d\r\nsaid Alice to herself, \u201cin my going out altogether, like a candle. I\r\nwonder what I should be like then?\u201d And she tried to fancy what the\r\nflame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could\r\nnot remember ever having seen such a thing.\r\n\r\nAfter a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going\r\ninto the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the\r\ndoor, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she\r\nwent back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach\r\nit: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her\r\nbest to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery;\r\nand when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing\r\nsat down and cried.\r\n\r\n\u201cCome, there\u2019s no use in crying like that!\u201d said Alice to herself,\r\nrather sharply; \u201cI advise you to leave off this minute!\u201d She generally\r\ngave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it),\r\nand sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into\r\nher eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having\r\ncheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself,\r\nfor this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.\r\n\u201cBut it\u2019s no use now,\u201d thought poor Alice, \u201cto pretend to be two\r\npeople! Why, there\u2019s hardly enough of me left to make _one_ respectable\r\nperson!\u201d\r\n\r\nSoon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table:\r\nshe opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words\r\n\u201cEAT ME\u201d were beautifully marked in currants. \u201cWell, I\u2019ll eat it,\u201d said\r\nAlice, \u201cand if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it\r\nmakes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I\u2019ll\r\nget into the garden, and I don\u2019t care which happens!\u201d\r\n\r\nShe ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, \u201cWhich way? Which\r\nway?\u201d, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was\r\ngrowing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same\r\nsize: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice\r\nhad got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way\r\nthings to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go\r\non in the common way.\r\n\r\nSo she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.\r\n\r\n* * * * * * *\r\n\r\n * * * * * *\r\n\r\n* * * * * * *\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER II.\r\nThe Pool of Tears\r\n\r\n\r\n\u201cCuriouser and curiouser!\u201d cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that\r\nfor the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); \u201cnow I\u2019m\r\nopening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!\u201d\r\n(for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of\r\nsight, they were getting so far off). \u201cOh, my poor little feet, I\r\nwonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I\u2019m\r\nsure _I_ shan\u2019t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble\r\nmyself about you: you must manage the best way you can;\u2014but I must be\r\nkind to them,\u201d thought Alice, \u201cor perhaps they won\u2019t walk the way I\r\nwant to go! Let me see: I\u2019ll give them a new pair of boots every\r\nChristmas.\u201d\r\n\r\nAnd she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. \u201cThey must\r\ngo by the carrier,\u201d she thought; \u201cand how funny it\u2019ll seem, sending\r\npresents to one\u2019s own feet! And how odd the directions will look!\r\n\r\n _Alice\u2019s Right Foot, Esq., Hearthrug, near the Fender,_ (_with\r\n Alice\u2019s love_).\r\n\r\nOh dear, what nonsense I\u2019m talking!\u201d\r\n\r\nJust then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was\r\nnow more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden\r\nkey and hurried off to the garden door.\r\n\r\nPoor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to\r\nlook through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more\r\nhopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.\r\n\r\n\u201cYou ought to be ashamed of yourself,\u201d said Alice, \u201ca great girl like\r\nyou,\u201d (she might well say this), \u201cto go on crying in this way! Stop\r\nthis moment, I tell you!\u201d But she went on all the same, shedding\r\ngallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about\r\nfour inches deep and reaching half down the hall.\r\n\r\nAfter a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and\r\nshe hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White\r\nRabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves\r\nin one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a\r\ngreat hurry, muttering to himself as he came, \u201cOh! the Duchess, the\r\nDuchess! Oh! won\u2019t she be savage if I\u2019ve kept her waiting!\u201d Alice felt\r\nso desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the\r\nRabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, \u201cIf you please,\r\nsir\u2014\u201d The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and\r\nthe fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.\r\n\r\nAlice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she\r\nkept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: \u201cDear, dear! How\r\nqueer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual.\r\nI wonder if I\u2019ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the\r\nsame when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling\r\na little different. But if I\u2019m not the same, the next question is, Who\r\nin the world am I? Ah, _that\u2019s_ the great puzzle!\u201d And she began\r\nthinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as\r\nherself, to see if she co",
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