. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . OOKING-GLASS. The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy,and struggled with the pencil for some timewithout saying anything; but Alice was toostrong for him, and at last he panted out, My dear! I really must get a thinner pencil,I cant manage this one a bit; it writes allmanner of things that I dont intend What manner of things? said the Queen,looking over the book (in which Alice hao»put The White Knight is sliding down thepoker. He balances very badly-.) Thats not amemorandum of your feelings ! There was a book lying near Alice on thet
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . OOKING-GLASS. The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy,and struggled with the pencil for some timewithout saying anything; but Alice was toostrong for him, and at last he panted out, My dear! I really must get a thinner pencil,I cant manage this one a bit; it writes allmanner of things that I dont intend What manner of things? said the Queen,looking over the book (in which Alice hao»put The White Knight is sliding down thepoker. He balances very badly-.) Thats not amemorandum of your feelings ! There was a book lying near Alice on thetable, and while she sat watching the WhiteKing (for she was still a little anxious abouthim, and had the ink all ready to throw overhim, in case he fainted again), she turnedover the leaves to find some part that shecould read, —for its all in some language Idont know, she said to herself. It was like this : LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE. She puzzled over this for some time, butat last a bright thought struck her. Why,its a Looking-glass book, of course! And if. I hold it up to a glass, the words will all gothe right way was the poem that Alice read: JABBERWOCKY. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe ;All mimsy were the borogoves^ And the mome raths outgrabe. |2 THRO UGH THE LOOKING-GLASS. ^Beware the Jabber wo ck, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch IBeware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bander snatch ! He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought—So rested he by the Tiimtum tree,And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,And burbled as it came ! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack !He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back. Andhastthou slain the Jabberwock f Come to my arms, my beamish boy !O frabjous day ! Callooh ! Callay ! He chortled in his
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