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<h1>CHAPTER I</h1>

<h2>Down the Rabbit-Hole</h2>

<p>
    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?'
</p>

<p>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. </p>

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    <b>White Rabbit checking watch</b>
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<p>There was nothing so
    <i>very</i> remarkable in that; nor did
    Alice think it so
    <i>very</i> 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
    <i>took a watch out of its
        waistcoat</i>-
    <i>pocket</i>, 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.
</p>

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

<p>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. </p>


<p>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. </p>

<p>`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.) </p>

<p>Down, down, down. Would the fall
    <i>never</i> 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
    <i>very</i> 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.)
</p>

<p>Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right
    <i>through</i> 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
    <i>was</i> 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
    <i>curtseying</i> 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.'
</p>

<p>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. </p>

<p>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. </p>

<p>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. </p>

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    <b>Alice finding tiny door behind curtain</b>
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<p>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! </p>


<p>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 though 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 know 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. </p>

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    <b>Alice taking "Drink Me" bottle</b>
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<p>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. </p>

<p>It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little
    Alice was not going to do
    <i>that</i> 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
    <i>would</i> 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
    <i>very</i> 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.
</p>

<p>However, this bottle was
    <i>not</i> 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.
</p>

<p>`What a curious feeling!' said Alice; `I must be shutting up
    like a telescope.'</p>


<p> And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her
    face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size
    for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First,
    however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to
    shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; `for it
    might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, `in my going out
    altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?'
    And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the
    candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen
    such a thing. </p>

<p> After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided
    on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when
    she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden
    key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she
    could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through
    the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of
    the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself
    out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried. </p>

<p> `Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to
    herself, rather sharply; `I advise you to leave off this minute!'
    She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very
    seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely
    as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to
    box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet
    she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very
    fond of pretending to be two people. `But it's no use now,' thought
    poor Alice, `to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly
    enough of me left to make
    <i>one</i> respectable person!'
</p>

<p> Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under
    the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on
    which the words `EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants.
    `Well, I'll eat it,' said Alice, `and if it makes me grow larger, I
    can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep
    under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't
    care which happens!' </p>

<p> She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, `Which
    way? Which way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to feel
    which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that
    she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when
    one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting
    nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite
    dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way. </p>

<p> So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake. </p>

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