Adventure Books

02 - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

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Duration:: 13m
Broadcast on:: 05 Jul 2024
Audio Format:: mp3

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For a limited time, you can get a one-month free trial to our premium, ad-free service. Imagine having unlimited access to over 500 audiobooks, meditative sounds, and exclusive shows, all at your fingertips. Just head over to Saulgoodmedia.com and sign up to start your free trial today. No ads, no interruptions just pure, immersive audio content. Don't miss out. Transform your listening experience with Saulgoodmedia. Visit Saulgoodmedia.com and start your free trial now. We can't wait for you to join our audio community. Happy listening. Chapter 2 - The Pool of Tears Curiouser and curiouser crying Alice. She was so much surprised that for the moment, she quite forgot how to speak good English. Now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was. Goodbye, feet. For when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight. They were getting so far off. Oh, my poor little feet. I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears. I'm sure I shouldn't be able to. I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you. You must manage the best you can, but I must be kind to them, thought Alice. Or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go. Let me see. I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas. And she went on planning to herself how she should manage it. They must go by carrier, she thought, and how funny all seems, sending presents to one's own feet, and how odd the directions will look. Alice's right foot, a squire. Hearth rug near the fender with Alice's love. Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking. Just then, her head struck against the roof of the hall. In fact, she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. Poor Alice. It was as much as she could do lying down on one side to look through the end to the garden with one eye. But to get through was more hopeless than ever. She sat down and began to cry again. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, said Alice. A great girl like you, she might well say this. To go on crying in this way, stop this moment, I tell you. But she went on all the same, shed in gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all around her, about four inches deep, and reaching half down the hall. After a time, she heard a little patterning of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the white rabbit returning, splendidly dressed with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand, and a large fan in the other. He came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came. "Oh, the Duchess! The Duchess! Oh, won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting." Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of anyone. So when the rabbit came near her, she began in a low timid voice. "If you please, sir?" The rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and scurried away into the darkness, as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself, all the time she went on talking. "Dear, dear, how queer everything is today, and yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think, was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different, but if I'm not the same, the next question is, who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." And she began thinking over all the children that she knew, that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them. "I'm sure I'm not eight," she said. "For her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all. And I'm sure I can't be able, for I know all sorts of things. And she, oh, she knows such a very little, besides she, she, and I'm I. And oh, dear, how puzzling it all is. I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see, four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is, oh, dear, I shall never get to twenty at that rate. However, the multiplication table does it signify. Let's try geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome, no, that's all wrong, I'm certain, I must have been changed for Mabel. I'll try and say, how doth the little? And she crossed her hands on her lap, as if she were saying lessons, and began repeated. But her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to. How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale? How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spread his claws, and welcome little fishes in with gently smiling jaws. "I'm sure those are not the right words," said Port Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on. "I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that pokey little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh, ever so many lessons to learn. No, I've made up my mind about it. If I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here. It'll be no use, they're putting their heads down and saying, 'Come up again, dear, I shall only look up and say, 'Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up. If not, I'll stay down here, till I'm somebody else.' But, oh, dear, cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, I do wish they would put their heads down. I am so very tired of being all alone here." As she said this, she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking. 'How can I have done that?' she thought. 'I must be growing small again.' She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly. She soon found out that the cause of this was the fan that she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether. 'That was a narrow escape,' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change. But very glad to find herself still in existence. And now for the garden, and she ran with all speed back to the little door, but alas, the door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before. And things are worse than ever, thought the poor child, for I never was so small as this before, never. And I declare it's too bad that it is.' As she said these words, her foot slipped, and in another moment, splashed. She was up to her chin and salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea. And in that case, I can go back by railway, she said to herself. Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion that wherever you go on the English coast, you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station. However, she soon made out that she was in a pool of tears, which she had wet when she was nine feet high. 'I wish I hadn't cried so much,' said Alice, as she swam about trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears. That will be a queer thing, to be sure. However, everything is queer today.' Just then she heard something splash about in the pool, a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was. At first she thought it must be a walrus, or a papadamis, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself. 'Would it be of any use now?' thought Alice. 'To speak to this mouse, everything is so out of the way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk. At any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began, 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here. O Mouse!' Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse. She had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen her brother's Latin grammar, a mouse of a mouse, to a mouse a mouse a mouse. The mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing. 'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice. I dare say it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror. With all her knowledge of history, Alice had no clear notion how long ago anything had happened. So she began again. 'Oooh, it's my shot?' Which was the first sentence in her French lesson book. The mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon,' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot, you don't like cats.' 'Not like cats,' cried the mouse in a shrill passionate voice. 'Would you like cats if you were me?' 'Well perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone. 'Don't be angry about it.' 'And yet I wish I could show you our cat, Dinah. I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her.' 'She's such a dear, quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool. And she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face, and she is such a nice, soft thing to nurse, and she's such a capital one for catching mice. 'Oh, I beg your pardon,' cried Alice again, for this time the mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.' 'We indeed,' cried the mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail, as if I would talk on such a subject our family always hated cats, nasty, low, vulgar things. 'Don't let me hear the name again.' 'I won't indeed,' said Alice, 'in great hurry to change the subject conversation. And you, are you fond of, of dogs?' The mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly. 'There is such a nice little dog near our house, I should like to show you.' 'A little bright-eyed terry, you know, with oh such long curly brown hair, and it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things. I can't remember half of them, and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds. He says it kills all the rats and 'oh dear,' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I'll offend it again,' for the mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.' So she called softly after it, 'Mause dear, do come back again, and I won't talk about cats, or dogs either, if you don't like them.' When the mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to her. Its face was quite pale, with passion Alice thought, and it said in a low trembling voice, 'Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and you'll understand why it is that I hate cats and dogs.' It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with birds and animals that had fallen into it. There was a duck and a dodo, a lorry, and an eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore. End of chapter 2