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 Down the Rabbit-Hole
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 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
 conversations?'
 
 
 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.
 
 
 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&mdash;' (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) '&mdash;yes, that's about the right distance&mdash;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&mdash;' (she was rather
 glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the
 right word) '&mdash;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&mdash;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 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, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long
 passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There
 was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just
 in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, 'Oh my ears and whiskers,
 how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the
 corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a
 long, low 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 down one side and up the other, trying every
 door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get
 out again.
 
 
 Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid
 glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice's first
 thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but,
 alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at
 any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round,
 she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was
 a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key
 in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
 
 
 Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much
 larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into
 the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark
 hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool
 fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; 'and
 even if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, 'it would be of
 very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like
 a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.' For, you see,
 so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to
 think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
 
 
 There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back
 to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate
 a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she
 found a little bottle on it, ('which certainly was not here before,' said
 Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words
 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.
 
 
 It was all very well to say 'Drink me,' but the wise little Alice was not
 going to do that in a hurry. 'No, I'll look first,' she said, 'and see
 whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for she had read several nice little
 histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts
 and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the
 simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker
 will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger
 very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten
 that, if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost
 certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
 
 
 However, this bottle was not marked 'poison,' so Alice ventured to taste
 it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of
 cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered
 toast,) she very soon finished it off.
 
		<h2>Orange you glad I didn't say Banana?</h2>
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