Through the Looking Glassby Lewis Carroll, Renee Raudman
When Through the Looking Glass was published in 1871, audiences were as delighted with the book as they were with Lewis Carroll's first masterpiece, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Alice, now slightly older, walks through a mirror into the Looking-Glass House and immediately becomes involved in a strange game of chess. Soon, she is exploring the rest of the house
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When Through the Looking Glass was published in 1871, audiences were as delighted with the book as they were with Lewis Carroll's first masterpiece, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Alice, now slightly older, walks through a mirror into the Looking-Glass House and immediately becomes involved in a strange game of chess. Soon, she is exploring the rest of the house, meeting a sequence of characters now familiar to most: Tweedledum and Tweedledee, the Red Queen, Humpty Dumpty, and the Walrus, just to name a few. The popular and linguistically playful poem "Jabberwocky" is also featured in Through the Looking Glass.
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One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it : -- it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering) ; so you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief.
The way Dinah washed her childrens faces was this : first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then with the other paw she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose : and just now, as I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was lying quite still and trying to purr -- no doubt feeling that it was all meant for its good.
But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great armchair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up and down fill it had all come undone again ; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own tail in the middle.
"Oh, you wicked wicked little, thing!" cried Alice, catching tip the kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand that it was in disgrace. "Really, Dinah ought to have taught you better manners ! You ought, Dinah, you know you ought! " she added, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage -- and then she scrambled back into thearm-chair, taking the kitten and the worsted with her, and began winding up the ball again. But she didn't get on very fast, as she was talking all the time, sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself. Kitty sat very demurely on her knee, pretending to watch the progress of the winding, and now and then putting out one paw and gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad to help if it might.
"Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty? " Alice began. "You'd have guessed if you'd been up in the window with me -- only Dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn't. I was watching the boys getting in sticks for the bonfire -- and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty ! Only it got so cold, and it snowed so, theyhad to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we'll go and see the bonfire to-morrow." Here Alice wound two or three turns of the worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look : this led to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards and yards of it got unwound again.
"Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," Alice went on, as soon as they were comfortably settled again, "when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow ! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous darling! What have you got to say for yourself ? Now don't interrupt me! " she went on, holding up one finger. "I'm going to tell you all your faults. Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face this morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty : I heard you ! What's that you say? " (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) "Her paw went into your eye ? Well, that's your fault, for keeping your eyes open -- if you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't make any more excuses, but listen ! Number two : you pulled Snowdrop away by the tail just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What, you were thirsty, were you ? How do you know she wasn't thirsty too ? Now for number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't looking !
"That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of them yet. You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday week -- Suppose they had saved up all my punishments!" she went on, talking more to herself than the kitten. "What would they do at the end of a year ? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the day came. Or -- let me see-- suppose each punishment was to be going without a dinner : then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go without fifty dinners at once ! Well, I shouldn't mind that much! I'd far rather go without them than cat them !
"Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty ? How nice and soft it sounds !
Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently ? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt ; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about -- whenever the wind blows -- oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.
"Kitty, can you play chess ? Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it seriously. Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as if you understood it: and when I said 'Check!' you purred! Well, it was a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't been for that nasty Knight, that came wriggling down among my pieces. Kitty, dear, let's pretend --"Through The Looking Glass. Copyright © by Lewis Carroll. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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Lewis Carroll (the pseudonym of the Rev. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) was a mathematics lecturer at Oxford University, but he is better known to the world as the author of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" (1865) and "Through the Looking-glass" (1871), as well as "The Hunting of the Snark "(1876).
- Date of Birth:
- January 27, 1832
- Date of Death:
- January 14, 1898
- Place of Birth:
- Daresbury, Cheshire, England
- Place of Death:
- Guildford, Surrey, England
- Richmond School, Christ Church College, Oxford University, B.A., 1854; M.A., 1857
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