. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . O UGH THE LOO KING-OLA SS. They are that, said Humpty Dumpty, also they make their nests under sun-dials-•-also they live on cheese. And whats to gyre and to gimble ? To gyre is to go round and round likea gyroscope. To gimble is to make holeslike a gimblet. And * the wabe is the grass-plot round asun-dial, I suppose? said Alice, surprised ather own ingenuity. Of course it is. Its called * wabe youknow, because it goes a long way before it,and a long way behind it- And a long way beyond it on each side,Alice added. Exactly so. Well the
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . O UGH THE LOO KING-OLA SS. They are that, said Humpty Dumpty, also they make their nests under sun-dials-•-also they live on cheese. And whats to gyre and to gimble ? To gyre is to go round and round likea gyroscope. To gimble is to make holeslike a gimblet. And * the wabe is the grass-plot round asun-dial, I suppose? said Alice, surprised ather own ingenuity. Of course it is. Its called * wabe youknow, because it goes a long way before it,and a long way behind it- And a long way beyond it on each side,Alice added. Exactly so. Well then, mimsy is flimsyand miserable (theres another portmanteaufor you). And a borogove is a thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking outall round--something like a live mop. And then mome rathsf said Alice. Imafraid Im giving you a great deal oftrouble. Well, a rath is a sort of green pig : but mome Im not certain about. I think itsshort for from home—meaning that theydlost their way, you know. And what does outgrabe mean ? HUMPTY DUMPTY. 127. Well * outgribing is something betweenbellowing- and whistling: with a kind of (28 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS* sneeze in the middle : however, youll hearit done, maybe—down in the wood yonder—>and when youve once heard it youll bequite content. Whos been repeating all thathard stuff to you ? I read it in a book, said Alice. But Ihad some poetry repeated to me, much easierthan that, by—Tweedledee, I think it was. As to poetry, you know, said HumptyDumpty, stretching out one of his greathands, 4< /can repeat poetry as well as otherfolk, if it comes to that— Oh, it neednt come to that! Alicehastily said, hoping to keep him from be-ginning. The piece Im going to repeat, he \venton without noticing her remark, waswritten entirely for your amusement. Alice felt that in that case she really oughtto listen to it, so she sat down, and said Thank you rather sadly. * • In winter\ when the fields are white,I sing this song
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