Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Now before we begin this story,
Let's take some time to become as relaxed as we can.
Stretch out your feet and toes.
And relax.
Let go.
Stretch out your legs gently.
And relax.
Let go.
Stretch out your fingers.
And let go.
And stretch your arms.
And let go.
And gently,
Gently stretch your spine.
And let go.
Stretch your neck.
And let go.
Softening.
Releasing.
Relaxing.
And lying there comfortably,
We can begin our story.
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and 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's the use of a book,
Thought Alice,
Without pictures or conversations?
So she was considering in her own mind,
As well as she could,
For the hot day made her feel 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 was 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 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 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 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.
In another moment,
Down went Alice after it.
Never once considering how in the world she was going to get out again.
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.
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 bookshelves.
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 labelled orange marmalade.
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.
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 on 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 learned several things of this sort in her lessons in the school room.
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 not the slightest idea what latitude was,
Or longitude either.
But she thought there were nice grand words to say.
Presently she began again.
I wonder if I should fall right through the earth.
How funny it'll seem to come out amongst the people that walk with their heads downwards.
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.
But I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is,
You know.
Please ma'am.
Is this New Zealand or Australia?
And she tried to curtsy as she spoke.
Fancy curtsying as you're falling through the air.
Do you think 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'll just see it written up somewhere.
Down,
Down,
Down.
There was nothing else to do.
So Alice began talking again.
Dinah will miss me very much tonight,
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 down here with me.
There are no mice in the air,
I'm afraid.
But you might catch a bat.
And that's very like a mouse,
You know.
But do cats eat bats,
I wonder?
And here Alice began to get rather sleepy and went on to say to herself in a dreamy sort of way.
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 matter which way she put it.
She felt that she was dozing off.
And she had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah and was saying to her very earnestly.
Now Dinah,
Tell me the truth.
Did you ever eat a bat?
Then suddenly,
Thump,
Thump,
Down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt and she jumped onto 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,
Oh my ears and whiskers,
How late it's getting.
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.
There were doors all round the hall,
But they were all locked.
She walked sadly down the middle wondering how she was ever to get out again.
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 that this 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 inches high.
She tried the little golden key in the lock,
And to her great delight it fitted.
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 amongst those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains.
But she couldn't even get her head through the doorway,
And even if my head would go through,
Thought poor Alice,
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.
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.
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,
Which was certainly not here before,
Said Alice,
And tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label with the words,
Drink me,
Beautifully printed on it in large letters.
It was all very well to say,
Drink me,
But the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry.
No,
I'll look first,
She said,
And see whether it's marked poison or not.
For she had read several nice little stories about children who had got burned,
And eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things,
All because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them,
Such as that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long,
And that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife it usually bleeds.
And she had never forgotten that.
If you drink much from a bottle marked poison,
It's almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
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 flavour of cherry tart,
Custard,
Pineapple,
Roast turkey,
Toffee and hot buttered toast.
She very soon finished it off.
What a curious feeling,
Said Alice.
I must be shutting up like a telescope.
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,
However,
She waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further.
She felt a little nervous about this.
For it might end,
You 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 a flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out,
For she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
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 back to the door,
She found she had forgotten the little golden key.
And when she went back to the table for it,
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.
Come,
There's no use in crying like that,
Said Alice to herself rather sharply.
I advise you to leave off this minute.
She generally gave herself very good advice,
Though she very seldom followed it.
And sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes.
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.
But it's no use now,
Thought poor Alice,
To pretend to be two people.
Why,
There's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person.
Soon her eye 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,
Eat me,
Were beautifully marked in currants.
Well,
I'll eat it,
Said Alice.
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.
She ate a little bit and said anxiously to herself,
Which way?
Which way?
Holding her hand on the top of her head to feel 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 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.
So she set to work and very soon finished off the cake.
Curiouser and curiouser,
Cried Alice.
She was so much surprised that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English.
Now I'm opening out like the largest telescope there ever was.
Goodbye feet.
For when she looked down at her feet they seemed to be almost out of sight.
They were getting so far off.
Oh my poor little feet.
I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now dears.
I'm sure I shan't be able to.
I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you.
You must manage the best way you can.
But I must be kind to them thought Alice.
Or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go.
Let me see.
I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.
And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it.
You must go by the carrier she thought.
And how funny it'll seem sending presents to one's own feet.
And how odd the directions will look.
Alice's right foot is square.
Her thrug near the fender with Alice's love.
Oh dear what nonsense I'm talking.
Just at this moment her head struck against the roof of the hall.
In fact she was now rather more than nine feet high.
And she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.
Poor Alice.
It was as much as she could do lying down on one side.
To look through into the garden with one eye.
But to get through was more hopeless than ever.
She sat down and began to cry again.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself said Alice.
A great girl like you.
She might well say this.
To go on crying in this way.
At this moment I tell you.
But she went on all the same.
Shedding gallons of tears.
Until there was a large pool all around her.
About four inches deep.
And reaching half down the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance.
And she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming.
It was the white rabbit returning.
Splendidly dressed with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other.
He came trotting along in a great hurry.
Muttering to himself as he came.
Oh the Duchess.
The Duchess.
Oh won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting.
Alice felt so desperate.
That she was ready to ask help of anyone.
So when the rabbit came near her.
She began in a low timid voice.
If you please sir.
The rabbit started violently dropping the white kid gloves and the fan.
And scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could.
Alice took up the fan and gloves.
And as the hall was very hot.
She kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking.
Dear dear.
How queer everything is today.
And yesterday things went on just as usual.
I wonder if I've been changed in the night.
Let me think.
Was I the same when I got up this morning?
I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.
But if I'm not the same the next question is.
Who in the world am I?
And that's the great puzzle.
And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself.
To see if she could have been changed for any of them.
I'm sure I'm not Ada she said.
For her hair goes in such long ringlets and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all.
And I'm sure I can't be Mabel.
For I know all sort of things.
And she oh.
She knows such a very little.
Besides she's she.
And I'm I.
And oh dear.
How puzzling it all is.
I'll try if I know all the things I used to know.
Let me see.
Four times five is twelve.
And four times six is thirteen.
And four times seven is oh dear.
I shall never get to twenty at that rate.
However the multiplication table doesn't signify.
Let's try geography.
London is the capital of Paris.
And Paris is the capital of Rome.
And Rome?
No.
That's all wrong.
I'm certain.
I must have been changed for Mabel.
I'll try and see how doth the little.
And she crossed her hands on her lap.
As if she were saying lessons and began to repeat it.
But her voice sounded hoarse and strange.
And the words did not come the same way as they used to.
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail.
And pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale.
How cheerfully he seems to grin.
How neatly spreads his claws.
And welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
I'm sure those are not the right words said poor Alice.
And her eyes filled with tears again as she went on.
I must be Mabel after all.
And I shall have to go and live in that pokey little house.
And have next to no toys to play with and oh ever so many lessons to learn.
No,
I've made up my mind about it.
If I'm Mabel I'll stay down here.
It'll be no use putting their heads down and saying come up again dear.
I shall only look up and say who am I then?
Tell me that first.
And then?
If I like being that person I'll come up.
If not I'll stay down here until I'm somebody else.
But oh dear cried Alice with a sudden burst of tears.
I do wish they would put their heads down.
I am so very tired of being all alone here.
As she said this she looked down at her hands and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the rabbits little white kid gloves while she was talking.
How can I have done that she thought?
I must be growing small again.
She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it and found that as nearly as she could guess she was now about two feet high and was going on shrinking rapidly.
She soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding and she dropped it hastily just in time to save herself from shrinking away altogether.
That was a narrow escape said Alice.
A good deal frightened at the sudden change but very glad to find herself still in existence.
And now for the garden.
And she ran with all speed back to the little door but alas the little door was shut again and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before.
And things are worse than ever thought the poor child.
For I never was so small as this before.
Never.
And I declare it's too bad that it is.
As she said these words her foot slipped and in another moment splash.
She was up to her chin in salt water.
Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea.
And in that case I can go back by railway she said to herself.
Alice had been to the seaside once in her life and had come to the general conclusion that wherever you go on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea.
Some children digging in the sand with wooden spades.
Even a row of lodging houses.
And behind them a railway station.
However she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.
I wish I hadn't cried so much said Alice as she swam about trying to find her way out.
I shall be punished for it now I suppose by being drowned in my own tears.
That will be a queer thing to be sure.
However everything is queer today.
Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off.
And she swam nearer to make out what it was.
At first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus.
But then she remembered how small she was now.
And she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.
Would it be of any use now thought Alice to speak to this mouse.
Everything is so out of the way down here that I should think very likely it can talk.
At any rate there's no harm in trying.
So she began.
Oh mouse do you know the way out of this pool?
I'm very tired of swimming about here oh mouse.
Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse.
She had never done such a thing before.
But she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin grammar.
A mouse of a mouse to a mouse.
A mouse oh mouse.
The mouse looked at her rather inquisitively and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes but it said nothing.
Perhaps it doesn't understand English thought Alice.
I dare say it's a French mouse.
Come over with William the Conqueror.
With all her knowledge of history Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.
So she began again.
Who is Mashad?
Which was the first sentence in her French lesson book.
The mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water and seemed to quiver all over with fright.
Oh I beg your pardon cried Alice hastily afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings.
I quite forgot you didn't like cats.
Not like cats cried the mouse in a shrill passionate voice.
Would you like cats if you were me?
Well perhaps not said Alice in a soothing tone.
Don't be angry about it.
And yet I wish I could show you to our cat Dinah.
I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her.
She is such a dear quiet thing.
Alice went on after herself as she swam lazily about in the pool.
And she sits purring so nicely by the fire licking her paws and washing her face.
And she is such a nice soft thing to nurse.
And she's such a capital one for catching mice.
Oh I beg your pardon cried Alice again.
For this time the mouse was bristling all over.
And she felt certain it must be really offended.
We won't talk about her anymore if you'd rather not.
Well indeed cried the mouse who was trembling down to the end of his tail.
As if I would talk on such a subject.
Our family always hated cats.
Nasty,
Low,
Vulgar things.
Don't let me hear the name again.
I won't indeed said Alice in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation.
Are you fond of ducks?
The mouse didn't answer so Alice went on eagerly.
There's such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you.
A little bright eye terrier you know with such long curly brown hair.
And it'll fetch things when you throw them.
And it'll sit up and beg for its dinner and all sort of things.
I can't remember half of them.
And it belongs to a farmer you know.
He says it's so useful it's worth a hundred pounds.
He says it kills all the rats and oh dear cried Alice in a sorrowful tone.
I'm afraid I've offended it again.
For the mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.
So she called softly after it.
Dear mouse dear do come back again and we won't talk about cats or dogs either if you don't like them.
When the mouse heard this it turned round and swam slowly back to her.
Its face was quite pale with passion Alice thought.
And it said in a low trembling voice let us get to the shore and then I'll tell you my history and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.
It was high time to go for the pool was getting crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it.
There was a duck and a dodo a lorry and an eaglet and several other curious creatures.
Alice led the way and the whole party swam to the shore.
They were indeed a queer looking party that assembled on the bank.
The birds with draggled feathers the animals with their fur clinging close to them and all dripping wet cross and uncomfortable.
The first question of course was how to get dry again.
They had a consultation about this and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to Alice to find herself talking with them as if she had known them all her life.
Indeed she had quite a long argument with the lorry who at last turned sulky and would only say I am older than you and must know better.
And this Alice would not allow without knowing how old it was.
And as the lorry positively refused to tell its age there was no more to be said.
At last the mouse who seemed to be a person of some authority among them called out sit down all of you and listen to me I'll soon make you dry enough.
They all sat down at once in a large ring with the mouse in the middle.
Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it for she felt sure she could catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.
A hemmer said the mouse with an important ear.
Are you ready?
This is the driest thing I know.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
Silence all around if you please.
