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The Mock Turtle's Story

`You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old

thing!' said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately

into Alice's, and they walked off together.

Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and

thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had

made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.

`When I'M a Duchess,' she said to herself, (not in a very

hopeful tone though), `I won't have any pepper in my kitchen AT

ALL. Soup does very well without--Maybe it's always pepper that

makes people hot-tempered,' she went on, very much pleased at

having found out a new kind of rule, `and vinegar that makes them

sour--and camomile that makes them bitter--and--and barley-sugar

and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish

people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know--'

She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a

little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear.

`You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you

forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that

is, but I shall remember it in a bit.'

`Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark.

`Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess. `Everything's got a

moral, if only you can find it.' And she squeezed herself up

closer to Alice's side as she spoke.

Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first,

because the Duchess was VERY ugly; and secondly, because she was

exactly the right height to rest her chin upon Alice's shoulder,

and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin. However, she did not

like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she could.

`The game's going on rather better now,' she said, by way of

keeping up the conversation a little.

`'Tis so,' said the Duchess: `and the moral of that is--"Oh,

'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"'

`Somebody said,' Alice whispered, `that it's done by everybody

minding their own business!'

`Ah, well! It means much the same thing,' said the Duchess,

digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added,

`and the moral of THAT is--"Take care of the sense, and the

sounds will take care of themselves."'

`How fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought to herself.

`I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your

waist,' the Duchess said after a pause: `the reason is, that I'm

doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?'

`HE might bite,' Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all

anxious to have the experiment tried.

`Very true,' said the Duchess: `flamingoes and mustard both

bite. And the moral of that is--"Birds of a feather flock together."'

`Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked.

`Right, as usual,' said the Duchess: `what a clear way you

have of putting things!'

`It's a mineral, I THINK,' said Alice.

`Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree

to everything that Alice said; `there's a large mustard-mine near

here. And the moral of that is--"The more there is of mine, the

less there is of yours."'

`Oh, I know!' exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this

last remark, `it's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it is.'

`I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; `and the moral of

that is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put

more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than

what it might appear to others that what you were or might have

been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared

to them to be otherwise."'

`I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very

politely, `if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it

as you say it.'

`That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess

replied, in a pleased tone.

`Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,' said Alice.

`Oh, don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. `I make you

a present of everything I've said as yet.'

`A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they don't

give birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to

say it out loud.

`Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her

sharp little chin.

`I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was

beginning to feel a little worried.

`Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, `as pigs have to fly;

and the m--'

But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died

away, even in the middle of her favourite word `moral,' and the

arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up,

and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded,

frowning like a thunderstorm.

`A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak voice.

`Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on

the ground as she spoke; `either you or your head must be off,

and that in about half no time! Take your choice!'

The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.

`Let's go on with the game,' the Queen said to Alice; and Alice

was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her

back to the croquet-ground.

The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence,

and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her,

they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a

moment's delay would cost them their lives.

All the time they were playing the Queen never left off

quarrelling with the other players, and shouting `Off with his

head!' or `Off with her head!' Those whom she sentenced were

taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave

off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour

or so there were no arches left, and all the players, except the

King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of


Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to

Alice, `Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?'

`No,' said Alice. `I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is.'

`It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,' said the Queen.

`I never saw one, or heard of one,' said Alice.

`Come on, then,' said the Queen, `and he shall tell you his history,'

As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low

voice, to the company generally, `You are all pardoned.' `Come,

THAT'S a good thing!' she said to herself, for she had felt quite

unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered.

They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the

sun. (IF you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.)

`Up, lazy thing!' said the Queen, `and take this young lady to

see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and

see after some executions I have ordered'; and she walked off,

leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like

the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it would

be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage

Queen: so she waited.

The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the

Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. `What fun!'

said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.

`What IS the fun?' said Alice.

`Why, SHE,' said the Gryphon. `It's all her fancy, that: they

never executes nobody, you know. Come on!'

`Everybody says "come on!" here,' thought Alice, as she went

slowly after it: `I never was so ordered about in all my life, never!'

They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the

distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and,

as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart

would break. She pitied him deeply. `What is his sorrow?' she

asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the

same words as before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got

no sorrow, you know. Come on!'

So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with

large eyes full of tears, but said nothing.

`This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, `she wants for to

know your history, she do.'

`I'll tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone:

`sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.'

So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice

thought to herself, `I don't see how he can EVEN finish, if he

doesn't begin.' But she waited patiently.

`Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, `I was

a real Turtle.'

These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only

by an occasional exclamation of `Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and

the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very

nearly getting up and saying, `Thank you, sir, for your

interesting story,' but she could not help thinking there MUST be

more to come, so she sat still and said nothing.

`When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more

calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, `we went to

school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call

him Tortoise--'

`Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice asked.

`We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock

Turtle angrily: `really you are very dull!'

`You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple

question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and

looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At

last the Gryphon said to the Mock Turtle, `Drive on, old fellow!

Don't be all day about it!' and he went on in these words:

`Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it--'

`I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice.

`You did,' said the Mock Turtle.

`Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak

again. The Mock Turtle went on.

`We had the best of educations--in fact, we went to school every day--'

`I'VE been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; `you needn't be

so proud as all that.'

`With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.

`Yes,' said Alice, `we learned French and music.'

`And washing?' said the Mock Turtle.

`Certainly not!' said Alice indignantly.

`Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school,' said the Mock

Turtle in a tone of great relief. `Now at OURS they had at the

end of the bill, "French, music, AND WASHING--extra."'

`You couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice; `living at the

bottom of the sea.'

`I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a

sigh. `I only took the regular course.'

`What was that?' inquired Alice.

`Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock

Turtle replied; `and then the different branches of Arithmetic--

Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.'

`I never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice ventured to say. `What is it?'

The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. `What! Never

heard of uglifying!' it exclaimed. `You know what to beautify is,

I suppose?'

`Yes,' said Alice doubtfully: `it means--to--make--anything--prettier.'

`Well, then,' the Gryphon went on, `if you don't know what to

uglify is, you ARE a simpleton.'

Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about

it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said `What else had you

to learn?'

`Well, there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied, counting

off the subjects on his flappers, `--Mystery, ancient and modern,

with Seaography: then Drawling--the Drawling-master was an old

conger-eel, that used to come once a week: HE taught us

Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.'

`What was THAT like?' said Alice.

`Well, I can't show it you myself,' the Mock Turtle said: `I'm

too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.'

`Hadn't time,' said the Gryphon: `I went to the Classics

master, though. He was an old crab, HE was.'

`I never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: `he

taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.'

`So he did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn;

and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.

`And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a

hurry to change the subject.

`Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: `nine the

next, and so on.'

`What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice.

`That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon

remarked: `because they lessen from day to day.'

This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a

little before she made her next remark. `Then the eleventh day

must have been a holiday?'

`Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle.

`And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on eagerly.

`That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a

very decided tone: `tell her something about the games now.'



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