ALICE'S
ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
Lewis Carroll
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CHAPTER IX
- The
Mock Turtle's Story
- `You
can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old
thing!' said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm
affectionately into Alice's, and they walked off
together.
- Alice
was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and
thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper
that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.
- `When
I'M a Duchess,' she said to herself, (not in a very
hopeful tone though), `I won't have any pepper in my
kitchen AT ALL. Soup does very well without--Maybe it's
always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,' she went
on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of
rule, `and vinegar that makes them sour--and camomile
that makes them bitter--and--and barley-sugar and such
things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish
people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about
it, you know--'
- She had
quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a
little startled when she heard her voice close to her
ear. `You're thinking about something, my dear, and that
makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what
the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.'
- `Perhaps
it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark.
- `Tut,
tut, child!' said the Duchess. `Everything's got a moral,
if only you can find it.' And she squeezed herself up
closer to Alice's side as she spoke.
- Alice
did not much like keeping so close to her: first, because
the Duchess was VERY ugly; and secondly, because she was
exactly the right height to rest her chin upon Alice's
shoulder, and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin.
However, she did not like to be rude, so she bore it as
well as she could.
- `The
game's going on rather better now,' she said, by way of
keeping up the conversation a little.
- `'Tis
so,' said the Duchess: `and the moral of that
is--"Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world
go round!"'
- `Somebody
said,' Alice whispered, `that it's done by everybody
minding their own business!'
- `Ah,
well! It means much the same thing,' said the Duchess,
digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as
she added, `and the moral of THAT is--"Take care of
the sense, and the sounds will take care of
themselves."'
- `How
fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought
to herself.
- `I dare
say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your
waist,' the Duchess said after a pause: `the reason is,
that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo.
Shall I try the experiment?'
- `HE
might bite,' Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all
anxious to have the experiment tried.
- `Very
true,' said the Duchess: `flamingoes and mustard both
bite. And the moral of that is--"Birds of a feather
flock together."'
- `Only
mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked.
- `Right,
as usual,' said the Duchess: `what a clear way you have
of putting things!'
- `It's a
mineral, I THINK,' said Alice.
- `Of
course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to
agree to everything that Alice said; `there's a large
mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that
is--"The more there is of mine, the less there is of
yours."'
- `Oh, I
know!' exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last
remark, `it's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but
it is.'
- `I
quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; `and the moral
of that is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or
if you'd like it put more simply--"Never imagine
yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to
others that what you were or might have been was not
otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to
them to be otherwise."'
- `I
think I should understand that better,' Alice said very
politely, `if I had it written down: but I can't quite
follow it as you say it.'
- `That's
nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess
replied, in a pleased tone.
- `Pray
don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,'
said Alice.
- `Oh,
don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. `I make you
a present of everything I've said as yet.'
- `A
cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they
don't give birthday presents like that!' But she did not
venture to say it out loud.
- `Thinking
again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp
little chin.
- `I've a
right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was
beginning to feel a little worried.
- `Just
about as much right,' said the Duchess, `as pigs have to
fly; and the m--'
- But
here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died
away, even in the middle of her favourite word `moral,'
and the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble.
Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in front of
them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.
- `A fine
day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak
voice.
- `Now, I
give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on
the ground as she spoke; `either you or your head must be
off, and that in about half no time! Take your choice!'
- The
Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.
- `Let's
go on with the game,' the Queen said to Alice; and Alice
was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly
followed her back to the croquet-ground.
- The
other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence,
and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they
saw her, they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely
remarking that a moment's delay would cost them their
lives.
- All the
time they were playing the Queen never left off
quarrelling with the other players, and shouting `Off
with his head!' or `Off with her head!' Those whom she
sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of
course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that
by the end of half an hour or so there were no arches
left, and all the players, except the King, the Queen,
and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of
execution.
- Then
the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to
Alice, `Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?'
- `No,'
said Alice. `I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is.'
- `It's
the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,' said the Queen.
- `I
never saw one, or heard of one,' said Alice.
- `Come
on, then,' said the Queen, `and he shall tell you his
history,'
- As they
walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low
voice, to the company generally, `You are all pardoned.'
`Come, THAT'S a good thing!' she said to herself, for she
had felt quite unhappy at the number of executions the
Queen had ordered.
- They
very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the
sun. (IF you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the
picture.) `Up, lazy thing!' said the Queen, `and take
this young lady to see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his
history. I must go back and see after some executions I
have ordered'; and she walked off, leaving Alice alone
with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of
the creature, but on the whole she thought it would be
quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage
Queen: so she waited.
- The
Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the
Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. `What
fun!' said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.
- `What
IS the fun?' said Alice.
- `Why,
SHE,' said the Gryphon. `It's all her fancy, that: they
never executes nobody, you know. Come on!'
- `Everybody
says "come on!" here,' thought Alice, as she
went slowly after it: `I never was so ordered about in
all my life, never!'
- They
had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the
distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of
rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear him
sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him
deeply. `What is his sorrow?' she asked the Gryphon, and
the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as
before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no
sorrow, you know. Come on!'
- So they
went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large
eyes full of tears, but said nothing.
- `This
here young lady,' said the Gryphon, `she wants for to
know your history, she do.'
- `I'll
tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow
tone: `sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till
I've finished.'
- So they
sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice
thought to herself, `I don't see how he can EVEN finish,
if he doesn't begin.' But she waited patiently.
- `Once,'
said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, `I was a
real Turtle.'
- These
words were followed by a very long silence, broken only
by an occasional exclamation of `Hjckrrh!' from the
Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock
Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying,
`Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,' but she
could not help thinking there MUST be more to come, so
she sat still and said nothing.
- `When
we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more
calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, `we
went to school in the sea. The master was an old
Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise--'
- `Why
did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice
asked.
- `We
called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock
Turtle angrily: `really you are very dull!'
- `You
ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple
question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat
silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink
into the earth. At last the Gryphon said to the Mock
Turtle, `Drive on, old fellow! Don't be all day about
it!' and he went on in these words:
- `Yes,
we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe
it--'
- `I
never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice.
- `You
did,' said the Mock Turtle.
- `Hold
your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak
again. The Mock Turtle went on.
- `We had
the best of educations--in fact, we went to school every
day--'
- `I'VE
been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; `you needn't be
so proud as all that.'
- `With
extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.
- `Yes,'
said Alice, `we learned French and music.'
- `And
washing?' said the Mock Turtle.
- `Certainly
not!' said Alice indignantly.
- `Ah!
then yours wasn't a really good school,' said the Mock
Turtle in a tone of great relief. `Now at OURS they had
at the end of the bill, "French, music, AND
WASHING--extra."'
- `You
couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice; `living at the
bottom of the sea.'
- `I
couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a
sigh. `I only took the regular course.'
- `What
was that?' inquired Alice.
- `Reeling
and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle
replied; `and then the different branches of Arithmetic--
Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.'
- `I
never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice ventured
to say. `What is it?'
- The
Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. `What! Never
heard of uglifying!' it exclaimed. `You know what to
beautify is, I suppose?'
- `Yes,'
said Alice doubtfully: `it
means--to--make--anything--prettier.'
- `Well,
then,' the Gryphon went on, `if you don't know what to
uglify is, you ARE a simpleton.'
- Alice
did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about
it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said `What else
had you to learn?'
- `Well,
there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied, counting off
the subjects on his flappers, `--Mystery, ancient and
modern, with Seaography: then Drawling--the
Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come
once a week: HE taught us Drawling, Stretching, and
Fainting in Coils.'
- `What
was THAT like?' said Alice.
- `Well,
I can't show it you myself,' the Mock Turtle said: `I'm
too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.'
- `Hadn't
time,' said the Gryphon: `I went to the Classics master,
though. He was an old crab, HE was.'
- `I
never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: `he
taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.'
- `So he
did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn;
and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.
- `And
how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in
a hurry to change the subject.
- `Ten
hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: `nine the
next, and so on.'
- `What a
curious plan!' exclaimed Alice.
- `That's
the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked:
`because they lessen from day to day.'
- This
was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a
little before she made her next remark. `Then the
eleventh day must have been a holiday?'
- `Of
course it was,' said the Mock Turtle.
- `And
how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on
eagerly.
- `That's
enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a very
decided tone: `tell her something about the games now.'
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