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The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence; at last
the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed her in a languid,
sleepy voice.
‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging
opening for a conversation. Alice
replied, rather shyly, ‘I – I hardly
know, sir, just at present – at least
I know who I was when I got up this
morning, but I think I must have been
changed several times since then.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said
the Caterpillar sternly, ‘Explain your-
self!’
‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid,
sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not my-
self, you see.’
‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more
clearly,’ Alice replied very politely,
‘for I can’t understand it myself to be-
gin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’
‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice, ‘but when you have
to turn into a chrysalis – you will some day, you know – and then after that into
a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?’
‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice, ‘all I know is, itwould feel very queer to me.’
‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously, ‘Who are you?’
Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice
felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks and she
drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think, you ought to tell me who you are,
first.’
‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good
reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she
turned away.
‘Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her, ‘I’ve something important to
say!’
This sounded promising, certainly; Alice turned and came back again.
‘Keep your temper,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.
‘No,’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and per-
haps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed
away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its
mouth again and said, ‘So you think you’re changed, do you?’
‘I’m afraid I am, sir,’ said Alice, ‘I can’t remember things as I used – and
I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!’
‘Can’t remember what things?’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, I’ve tried to say “HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE,” but it all came
different!’ Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.
‘Repeat “YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM,” ’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice folded her hands, and began:
‘You are old, Father William,’ the young man said,
‘And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head –
Do you think, at your age, it is right?’
‘In my youth,’ Father William replied to his son,
‘I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.’
‘You are old,’ said the youth, ‘as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door –
Pray, what is the reason of that?’
‘In my youth,’ said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
‘I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment – one shilling the box –
Allow me to sell you a couple?’
‘You are old,’ said the youth, ‘and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak –
Pray how did you manage to do it?’
‘In my youth,’ said his father, ‘I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.’
‘You are old,’ said the youth, ‘one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose –
What made you so awfully clever?’
‘I have answered three questions, and that is enough,’
Said his father; ‘don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!’
‘That is not said right,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Not quite right, I’m afraid,’ said Alice, timidly, ‘some of the words have got
altered.’
‘It is wrong from beginning to end,’ said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there
was silence for some minutes.
The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
‘What size do you want to be?’ it asked.
‘Oh, I’m not particular as to size,’ Alice hastily replied, ‘only one doesn’t like
changing so often, you know.’
‘I don’t know,’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her life before
and she felt that she was losing her temper.
‘Are you content now?’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, if you wouldn’t mind,’ said Alice,
‘three inches is such a wretched height to be.’
‘It is a very good height indeed!’ said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself
upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).
‘But I’m not used to it!’ pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. And she thought
of herself, ‘I wish the creatures wouldn’t be so easily offended!’
‘You’ll get used to it in time,’ said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookah into
its mouth and began smoking again.

This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute or
two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice
and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the
grass, merely remarking as it went, ‘One side will make you grow taller and the
other side will make you grow shorter.’
‘One side of what? The other side of what?’ thought Alice to herself.
‘Of the mushroom,’ said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud; and
in another moment it was out of sight.
Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to
make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found
this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms round it as
far as they would go and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.
‘And now which is which?’ she said to herself and nibbled a little of the right-
hand bit to try the effect; the next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her
chin: it had struck her foot!
She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that
there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work at
once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot,
that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last and managed
to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.
* * * * * * * * * *
‘Come, my head’s free at last!’ said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed
into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere
to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length
of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far
below her.
‘What can all that green stuff be?’ said Alice, ‘and where have my shoulders
got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can’t see you?’ She was moving them
about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among
the distant green leaves.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she
tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck
would bend about easily in any direction like a serpent. She had just succeeded
in curving it down into a graceful zigzag and was going to dive in among the
leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which
she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry:
a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its
wings.
‘Serpent!’ screamed the Pigeon.
‘I’m not a serpent!’ said Alice indignantly, ‘let me alone!’
‘Serpent, I say again!’ repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, and
added with a kind of sob, ‘I’ve tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!’
‘I haven’t the least idea what you’re talking about,’ said Alice.
‘I’ve tried the roots of trees, and I’ve tried banks, and I’ve tried hedges,’ the
Pigeon went on, without attending to her, ‘but those serpents! There’s no pleasing
them!’
Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in saying
anything more till the Pigeon had finished.
‘As if it wasn’t trouble enough hatching the eggs,’ said the Pigeon, ‘but I must
be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I haven’t had a wink of sleep
these three weeks!’
‘I’m very sorry you’ve been annoyed,’ said Alice, who was beginning to see
its meaning.
‘And just as I’d taken the highest tree in the wood,’ continued the Pigeon,
raising its voice to a shriek, ‘and just as I was thinking I should be free of them at
last, they must needs come wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!’
‘But I’m not a serpent, I tell you!’ said Alice, ‘I’m a – I’m a – ’
‘Well! What are you?’ said the Pigeon, ‘I can see you’re trying to invent
something!’
‘I – I’m a little girl,’ said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered the
number of changes she had gone through that day.
‘A likely story indeed!’ said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest contempt,
‘I’ve seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one with such a neck as
that! No, no! You’re a serpent; and there’s no use denying it. I suppose you’ll be
telling me next that you never tasted an egg!’
‘I have tasted eggs, certainly,’ said Alice, who was a very truthful child, ‘but
little girls eat eggs quite as much as se

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The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence; at last
the Caterpillar took the Hookah out of its Mouth and Her addressed in a languid,
Sleepy Voice.
'Who are You?'. said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging
opening for a Conversation. Alice
replied, rather shyly, 'I - I Hardly
know, Sir, just at present - at Least
I know Who I was when I got up this
Morning, but I Think I must have been
changed several times since then. '
'What do. you mean by that? ' said
the Caterpillar Sternly, 'Explain Your-
self! '
'I Can not Explain Myself, I'm afraid,
Sir 'said Alice,' because I'm not my-
self, You See. '
'I do not See. , 'said the Caterpillar.
'I'm afraid I Can not Put it more
Clearly, 'Alice replied very Politely,
'for I Can not Understand Myself to be- it
with Gin; and being so many different sizes in a Day is very confusing. '
'It is not,' said the Caterpillar.
'Well, perhaps not Found You have so yet,' said Alice, 'but when You have
to turn Into. a CHRYSALIS - Some Day You Will, You know - and then after that Into
a Butterfly, should I Think You'll Feel a Little Queer it, Will not You? '
'Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.
'Well,. perhaps your Feelings May be different, 'said Alice,' all I know is, Itwould Feel very Queer to Me. '
'You!'. said the Caterpillar Contemptuously, 'Who are You?'
Which brought them again Back to the Beginning of the Conversation. Alice
felt a Little irritated at the Caterpillar's Making such very short remarks She and
Drew herself up and said, very Gravely, 'I Think, You ought to tell Me Who You are,
First. '
'Why?'. said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not Think of any good
Reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very Unpleasant State of Mind, She
turned Away.
'Come Back!'. Called after the Caterpillar Her, 'I've Something important to
Say! '
This sounded promising, certainly; Alice turned and Came Back again.
'Keep your Temper,' said the Caterpillar.
'Is that all?'. said Alice, swallowing down as well as Her Anger She could.
'No,' said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought She Might as well wait, as Nothing Else She had to do, and Per
Haps after all Might it tell Her Something Worth Hearing. . Some minutes for it puffed
Away Without Speaking, but at last it unfolded its Arms, took the Hookah out of its
Mouth again and said, 'So You Think You're changed, do You?'
'I'm afraid I am, Sir. , 'said Alice,' Things I Can not Remember as I used - and
I do not Keep the Same Size Together for Ten minutes! '
'Things Can not Remember what?'. said the Caterpillar.
'Well, I've tried to Say "HOW THE LITTLE BUSY BEE DOTH," but it all Came
different! '. Alice replied in a very Melancholy Voice.
'Repeat "YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM,"' said the Caterpillar.
Alice folded Her Hands, and began:
'You are Old, Father William,' the Young Man said,
'And your Hair. has Become very White;
And yet You Incessantly stand on your Head -
Do You Think, at your Age, it is Right? '
'In My Youth,' Father William replied to his Son,
'I feared it Might injure the Brain;
But. , now that I'm perfectly sure I have None,
Why, I do it again and again. '
'You are Old,' said the Youth, 'as I mentioned before,
And have Grown Most Uncommonly FAT;
Yet You turned a Back. -somersault in at the door -
Pray, what is the Reason of that? '
'In My Youth,' said the Sage, as He shook his Grey Locks,
'I kept all My limbs very supple
By the use of this Ointment - one. Shilling the box -
Allow Me to sell You a Couple? '
'You are Old,' said the Youth, 'and your jaws are Too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet You Finished the goose, with the Bones and the beak -
Pray. How did You Manage to do it? '
'In My Youth,' said his Father, 'I took to the Law,
And argued each Case with My Wife;
And the muscular strength, which it Gave to My Jaw,
Has lasted the Rest. of My Life. '
'You are Old,' said the Youth, 'one would Hardly suppose
That your Eye was as steady as Ever;
Yet You Balanced an eel on the End of your Nose -
What Made You so Awfully Clever? '
'. Three questions I have answered, and that is Enough, '
Said his Father; 'Airs do not give Yourself!
Do You Think Can I listen to all such Stuff Day?
Be off, or I'll kick down Stairs You! '
'That is not said Right,' said the Caterpillar.
'Not quite Right,. I'm afraid, 'said Alice, Timidly,' Some of the Words have got
Altered. '
'It is from Beginning to End Wrong,' said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there
was Silence for Some minutes.
The Caterpillar was the First to. Speak.
'What do You Want to be Size?'. it asked.
'Oh, I'm not particular as to Size,' Alice Hastily replied, 'only one does not like
changing so often, You know. '
'I do not know,' said the Caterpillar.
Alice said Nothing. : She had been so much contradicted Never before in Her Life
and She She felt that was Losing Her Temper.
'You Are content now?'. said the Caterpillar.
'Well, I should like to be a Little larger, Sir, if You would not Mind,' said Alice,
'Three inches is such a Wretched height to be.'
'It is a very good height indeed! ' said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing Itself
Upright as it spoke (it was exactly Three High inches).
'But I'm not used to it!'. pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. And She thought
of herself, 'I wish the creatures would not be so easily Offended!'
'You'll Get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; Put it Into the Hookah and
its Mouth and began smoking again. This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to Speak again. In a minute or Two the Caterpillar took the Hookah out of its Mouth and Yawned once or twice and shook Itself. Then it got down off the Mushroom, Away and crawled in the grass, merely remarking as it went, 'Will Make You Grow Taller Side One and the Other Side Will Make You Grow shorter. ' 'One Side of what? The other side of what? '. thought Alice to herself. 'Of the Mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if She had asked it Aloud; and in another it was out of Sight Moment. Alice remained Looking at the Mushroom thoughtfully for a minute, trying to Make out which were the Two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, She Found this a very difficult question. However, at last round She stretched Her Arms as it broke off and Go Far as they would a bit of the EDGE with each Hand. 'And now which is which?'. She said to herself and nibbled a Little of the right- Hand bit to TRY the Effect; the next Moment She felt a Violent Blow Underneath Her Chin: it had Struck Her Foot! She was a very good Deal Sudden Change frightened by this, but She felt that there was no time to be Lost, as She was shrinking rapidly; She SET so to Work at once to Eat Some bit of the Other. Her Chin was pressed so closely against Her Foot, that there Hardly Room was open to Her Mouth; She did it but at last and managed to Swallow a Morsel of the LeftHand bit. * * * * * * * * * * 'Come, My Head's free at last!'. said Alice in a tone of Delight, which changed Into Alarm in another Moment, when She Found that Her shoulders were Nowhere to be Found: all She could See, when She looked down, was an immense Length of neck, which seemed to rise like. a stalk out of a Sea of Green leaves that lay Far Below Her. 'Green Stuff What Can all that be?'. said Alice, 'and where have My shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can not see you? '. She was Moving them About as She spoke, but no Result seemed to follow, except a Little shaking among the Distant Green leaves. As there seemed to be no Chance of getting Her Hands up to Her Head, She tried to Get Her Head down to. them, and was delighted to Find Her neck that easily in any direction would About Bend like a Serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down Into a Graceful zigzag and was going to Dive in among the leaves, which She Found to be Nothing but the tops of the Trees under which She had been Wandering, when a sharp hiss Made Her draw Back in. a hurry: a Large Pigeon had flown Into Her Face, and was beating with its Violently Her Wings. 'Serpent!'. screamed the Pigeon. 'I'm not a Serpent!'. Indignantly Alice said, 'Let Me alone!' 'Serpent, I Say again!'. repeated the Pigeon, but in a more Subdued tone, and added with a Kind of SOB, 'I've tried every Way, and Nothing seems to Suit them!' 'I have not the Least Idea You're talking About what,. 'Alice said. 'I've tried the Roots of Trees, and I've tried Banks, and I've tried Hedges,' the Pigeon went on, Without attending to Her, 'but those serpents! There's no pleasing them! ' Alice was more and more Puzzled, but She thought there was no use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had Finished. 'As if it was not Trouble Enough hatching the Eggs,' said the Pigeon, 'but. I must be on the Look-out for serpents Night and Day! Why, I have not had a wink of Sleep these Three weeks! ' 'I'm very sorry You've been annoyed,' said Alice, Beginning to See Who was its meaning. 'And just as I'd taken the highest. Tree in the Wood, 'continued the Pigeon, Raising its Voice to a shriek, 'and just as I was thinking I should be free of them at last, they must Wriggling Needs Come down from the Sky! Ugh, Serpent! ' 'But I'm not a Serpent, I tell You!'. Alice said, 'I'm a - I'm a -' 'Well! What are you? ' the Pigeon said, 'I Can See You're trying to invent Something! ' 'I - I'm a Little Girl,' said Alice, rather Doubtfully, as She Remembered the Number of changes She had gone Through that Day. 'A. likely story indeed! ' said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest Contempt, 'I've seen a good many My Little girls in time, but Never one with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose You'll be telling Me that You Never tasted an Egg next! ' 'I have tasted Eggs, certainly,' said Alice, Who was a very truthful Child, 'but Little girls Eat Eggs quite as much as se.

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The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence; at last
the Caterpillar took the hookah out of. Its mouth and addressed her in languid a, sleepy voice.

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging
opening. For a conversation. Alice
replied rather, shyly, 'I - I hardly
know sir, just at, present - at least
I know who I was when. I got up, this
morningBut I think I must have been
changed several times since then. '
' What do you mean by that? 'said
the, Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain your -

self!' 'I can', 't explain myself I, m afraid
Sir said Alice', 'because I' m not my -
self you, see. '
' I don t. ' See, 'said the Caterpillar.
' I 'm afraid I can' t put it more
clearly, 'Alice replied, very politely
.'for I can' t understand it myself to be -
gin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing. '
' It t isn ',' Said the Caterpillar.
', Well perhaps you haven' t found it so yet, 'said Alice,' but when you have
to turn into a chrysalis. To you will, some day you know - and then after that into
a butterfly I should, think you 'll feel it a, little queer won t.' You? '
.'Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.
', Well perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice, 'all I, know is itwould. Feel very queer to me. '
' You! 'said the Caterpillar contemptuously,' Who are you? '
Which brought them back again to the. Beginning of the conversation. Alice
felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar 's making such very short remarks and she
drew. Herself up, and saidVery gravely, 'I think you ought, to tell me who you are

, first.' 'Why?' said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling. Question; and as Alice could not think of any good
reason and as, the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state. Of mind she

, turned away. 'Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her, 'I' ve something important to

This, sounded say! ' Promising, the certainly;Alice turned and came back again.
'Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.
'Is that all?' said Alice swallowing down,, Her anger as well as she could.
'No,' said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait as she, had nothing else. To, do and per -
haps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed
away, without speakingBut at last it unfolded its arms took the, hookah out of its
mouth again and said, 'So you think you', re changed do you? '
' I m. ' Afraid, I am sir, 'said Alice,' I can 't remember things as I used - and
I don' t keep the same size for ten minutes together! '
' Can t. ' Remember what things? 'said the Caterpillar.
', Well I 've tried to say "HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE," but it all came
.