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<title>An excerpt of "Through the Looking-Glass</title>
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<h1>An excerpt from <em class="booktitle">Through the Looking-Glass</em></h1>
<p class="source">
<span class="author">Lewis Carroll</span>.
<em class="booktitle">Through the Looking-Glass
<span class="subtitle">and What Alice Found There</span></em>.
<span class="publisher">Project Gutenberg</span>.
<span class="pubdate">2016-10-06</span>.
<span class="src"><a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12/12-h/12-h.htm">https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12/12-h/12-h.htm</a>.</span>
</p>
<p>
Alice looked on with great interest as the King took an enormous
memorandum-book out of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden thought
struck her, and she took hold of the end of the pencil, which came
some way over his shoulder, and began writing for him.
</p>
<p>
The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy, and struggled with the pencil
for some time without saying anything; but Alice was too strong for
him, and at last he panted out, <q class="spoken king">My dear! I really must get a thinner
pencil. I can’t manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of things
that I don’t intend—</q>
</p>
<p>
<q class="spoken white-queen">What manner of things?</q>
said the Queen, looking over the book
<span class="aside">
(in which Alice had put
<q class="written alice">The White Knight is sliding down the poker. He balances very badly</q>)
</span>
<q class="spoken white-queen">That's not a memorandum of <em>your</em> feelings!</q>
</p>
<p>
There was a book lying near
Alice on the table, and while she sat watching the White King
<span class="aside">
(for she was still a little anxious
about him, and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case
he fainted again)
</span>, she turned over the leaves, to find some
part that she could read,
<q class="introspective alice">—for it's all in some language I don't know,</q>
she said to herself.
<p>
<p>
It was like this.
</p>
<blockquote class="poem mirrored written">
<p class="title">Jabberwocky.</p>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</p>
<p class="line continuation">Did gyre and gimble in the wabe</p>
<p class="line">All mimsy were the borogoves,</p>
<p class="line continuation">And the mome raths outgrabe.</p>
</div>
</blockquote>
<p>
She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought struck
her. <q class="introspective alice">Why, it’s a Looking-glass book,
of course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the
right way again.</q>
</p>
<p>
This was the poem that Alice read.
</p>
<blockquote class="poem written">
<p class="title">Jabberwocky.</p>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</p>
<p class="line continuation">Did gyre and gimble in the wabe</p>
<p class="line">All mimsy were the borogoves,</p>
<p class="line continuation">And the mome raths outgrabe.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!</p>
<p class="line continuation">The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!</p>
<p class="line">Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun</p>
<p class="line continuation">The frumious Bandersnatch!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">He took his vorpal sword in hand:</p>
<p class="line continuation">Long time the manxome foe he sought—</p>
<p class="line">So rested he by the Tumtum tree,</p>
<p class="line continuation">And stood awhile in thought.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">And as in uffish thought he stood,</p>
<p class="line continuation">The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,</p>
<p class="line">Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,</p>
<p class="line continuation">And burbled as it came!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">One, two! One, two! And through and through</p>
<p class="line continuation">The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!</p>
<p class="line">He left it dead, and with its head</p>
<p class="line continuation">He went galumphing back.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?</p>
<p class="line continuation">Come to my arms, my beamish boy!</p>
<p class="line">O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"</p>
<p class="line continuation">He chortled in his joy.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p class="line">'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</p>
<p class="line continuation">Did gyre and gimble in the wabe</p>
<p class="line">All mimsy were the borogoves,</p>
<p class="line continuation">And the mome raths outgrabe.</p>
</div>
</blockquote>
<p>
<q class="spoken alice">It seems very pretty,</q> she said when she had
finished it, <q class="spoken alice">but it’s <em>rather</em> hard to
understand!</q> (You see she didn’t like to confess, ever to herself,
that she couldn’t make it out at all.) <q class="spoken alice">Somehow
it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don’t exactly know
what they are! However, <em>somebody</em> killed <em>something</em>:
that’s clear, at any rate—</q>
</p>
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