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    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Illustrated Edition)
    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Illustrated Edition)
    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Illustrated Edition)
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    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Illustrated Edition)

    By Lewis Carroll and John Tenniel

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    "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" – Alice, a girl of seven years, is feeling bored and drowsy while sitting on the riverbank with her elder sister. She then notices a talking, clothed White Rabbit with a pocket watch run past. She follows it down a rabbit hole when suddenly she falls a long way to a curious hall with many locked doors of all sizes and gets stuck in a fantasy world populated by peculiar, anthropomorphic creatures. The tale plays with logic, giving the story lasting popularity with adults as well as with children. It is considered to be one of the best examples of the literary nonsense genre. Its narrative course, structure, characters, and imagery have been enormously influential in both popular culture and literature, especially in the fantasy genre.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publishere-artnow
    Release dateJul 31, 2019
    ISBN4057664140272
    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Illustrated Edition)
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    Lewis Carroll

    Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better known by his pen name Lewis Carroll, was an English writer, mathematician, logician, and photographer. He is especially remembered for bringing to life the beloved and long-revered tale of Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865) and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass (1871).

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      Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Illustrated Edition) - Lewis Carroll

      Lewis Carroll

      Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

      (Illustrated Edition)

      Illustrator: John Tenniel

      e-artnow, 2019

      Contact: info@e-artnow.org

      Table of Contents

      Christmas Greetings

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      All in the golden afternoon

      Full leisurely we glide;

      For both our oars, with little skill,

      By little arms are plied

      While little hands make vain pretence

      Our wanderings to guide.

      Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour

      Beneath such dreamy weather,

      To beg a tale of breath too weak

      To stir the tiniest feather!

      Yet what can one poor voice avail

      Against three tongues together?

      Imperious Prima flashes forth

      Her edict to ‘begin it’:

      In gentler tone Secunda hopes

      ‘There will be nonsense in it’

      While Tertia interrupts the tale

      Not more than once a minute.

      Anon, to sudden silence won,

      In fancy they pursue

      The dream-child moving through a land

      Of wonders wild and new,

      In friendly chat with bird or beast—

      And half believe it true.

      And ever, as the story drained

      The wells of fancy dry,

      And faintly strove that weary one

      To put the subject by,

      ‘The rest next time’—‘It is next time!’

      The happy voices cry.

      Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:

      Thus slowly, one by one,

      Its quaint events were hammered out—

      And now the tale is done,

      And home we steer, a merry crew,

      Beneath the setting sun.

      Alice! a childish story take,

      And with a gentle hand

      Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined

      In Memory’s mystic band,

      Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers

      Pluck’d in a far-off land.

      Christmas Greetings

      (From a Fairy to a Child)

      Table of Contents

      Lady dear, if Fairies may

      For a moment lay aside

      Cunning tricks and elfish play,

      ’Tis at happy Christmas-tide.

      We have heard the children say—

      Gentle children, whom we love—

      Long ago, on Christmas Day,

      Came a message from above.

      Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,

      They remember it again—

      Echo still the joyful sound

      Peace on earth, good-will to men!

      Yet the hearts must childlike be

      Where such heavenly guests abide:

      Unto children, in their glee,

      All the year is Christmas-tide!

      Thus, forgetting tricks and play

      For a moment, Lady dear,

      We would wish you, if we may,

      Merry Christmas, glad New Year!

                         Christmas, 1867

      Chapter 1

      Down the Rabbit-Hole

      Table of Contents

      Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’

      So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble 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 dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

      The Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket

      In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

      The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about 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 as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE,’ but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

      ‘Well!’ thought Alice to herself, ‘after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!’ (Which was very likely true.) Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! ‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think—’ (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) ‘—yes, that’s about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?’ (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently she began again. ‘I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think—’ (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) ‘—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 you think you could manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.’

      Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. ‘Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!’ (Dinah was the cat.) ‘I hope they’ll remember 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 afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?’ And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, ‘Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and sometimes, ‘Do bats eat cats?’ for, you 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 hand 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

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