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Chapter I

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the banking company, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the volume her sis was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in information technology, `and what is the apply of a volume,' thought Alice `without pictures or chat?'

So she was considering in her own mind (also as she could, for the hot day made her experience very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasance of making a daisy-chain would be worth the problem 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 so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh beloved! Oh love! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, information technology occurred to her that she ought to take wondered at this, simply at the time it all seemed quite natural); merely when the Rabbit really took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at information technology, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for information technology flashed across her heed that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with marvel, she ran across the field later it, and fortunately was merely in time to run across information technology pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

White Rabbit checking lookout man

In another moment down went Alice later information technology, never one time because how in the world she was to exit again.

The rabbit-hole went directly on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, and then suddenly that Alice had not a moment to call back virtually stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time every bit she went downward to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to expect downwardly and make out what she was coming to, only it was as well dark to see annihilation; so she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and volume-shelves; here and at that place she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `Orangish MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drib the jar for fright of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards equally she fell by it.

`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think cypher of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all recollect me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, fifty-fifty if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely truthful.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an finish! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the eye of the earth. Let me run into: that would exist four yard miles down, I think--' (for, y'all see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very proficient opportunity for showing off her cognition, every bit there was no one to mind to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yeah, that's about the correct distance--just then I wonder what Breadth or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Breadth was, or Longitude either, but thought they were prissy grand words to say.)

Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny information technology'll seem to come up out amidst the people that walk with their heads downwards! The Antipathies, I call up--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as information technology didn't sound at all the right discussion) `--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 curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do yous think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to enquire: perhaps I shall see it written upwardly somewhere.'

Downwards, down, down. In that location was zilch else to do, so Alice presently began talking over again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-dark, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll think 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 agape, merely you might catch a bat, and that'south very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on maxim to herself, in a dreamy sort of fashion, `Do cats eat bats? Practise cats swallow bats?' and sometimes, `Practice bats swallow cats?' for, you lot see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in mitt with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when 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 up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, only it was all dark overhead; before her was some other long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. At that place was non a moment to be lost: abroad went Alice like the current of air, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how tardily it's getting!' She was shut behind information technology when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she institute herself in a long, depression 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; and when Alice had been all the way downwardly i side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the center, wondering how she was e'er to become out once again.

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was aught on information technology except a tiny golden key, and Alice'south first idea was that it might belong to 1 of the doors of the hall; only, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, only at whatsoever rate it would not open up any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a depression curtain she had not noticed earlier, and backside information technology was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little gilt key in the lock, and to her great delight information technology fitted!

Alice finding tiny door backside curtain

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, non much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt downwards and looked forth the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to go out of that night hall, and wander near among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head though the doorway; `and even if my caput would get through,' thought poor Alice, `information technology would be of very niggling use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut upwards similar a telescope! I recall I could, if I but know how to brainstorm.' For, you see, then many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

In that location seemed to be no utilize in waiting by the little door, then she went back to the tabular array, half hoping she might find some other cardinal on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a picayune bottle on information technology, (`which certainly was not here earlier,' said Alice,) and round the cervix of the bottle was a newspaper label, with the words `DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.

Alice taking "Drink Me" canteen

It was all very well to say `Potable me,' but the wise piddling Alice was not going to practise that in a hurry. `No, I'll wait first,' she said, `and see whether it'due south marked "toxicant" or non'; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten upwards by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they would not call up the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a cherry-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger very securely with a pocketknife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked `poison,' it is almost sure to disagree with yous, sooner or afterwards.

However, this bottle was not marked `poison,' and then Alice ventured to taste it, and finding information technology very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of scarlet-tart, custard, pino-apple tree, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very presently finished it off.

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`What a curious feeling!' said Alice; `I must exist 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. Outset, however, she waited for a few minutes to come across if she was going to compress any further: she felt a lilliputian nervous about this; `for it might cease, 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 the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not retrieve always having seen such a thing.

After a while, finding that nix more than happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; simply, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the picayune aureate primal, and when she went back to the table for it, she constitute she could non possibly reach it: she could see it quite patently through the glass, and she tried her best to climb upward one of the legs of the tabular array, merely it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat downwardly and cried.

`Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; `I advise you to leave off this infinitesimal!' She generally gave herself very skillful advice, (though she very seldom followed information technology), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely equally to bring tears into her optics; 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 kid was very fond of pretending to be two people. `But it'southward no use at present,' thought poor Alice, `to pretend to exist ii people! Why, there's inappreciably enough of me left to brand one respectable person!'

Soon her eye roughshod on a piddling drinking glass box that was lying nether 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 consume information technology,' said Alice, `and if information technology makes me grow larger, I can attain the central; and if it makes me grow smaller, I tin 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 scrap, and said anxiously to herself, `Which manner? Which fashion?', belongings her hand on the height of her head to feel which fashion it was growing, and she was quite surprised to discover that she remained the same size: to be sure, this by and large 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 proceed in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.

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Side by side chapter: The Puddle of Tears

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