Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
By Lewis Carroll
Chapter V: Advice from a Caterpillar
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 yourself!'
'I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice,
'because I'm not myself, 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 begin 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, it would 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 perhaps 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 serpents do,
you know.'
'I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; 'but if they
do, why then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.'
This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite
silent for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding,
'You're looking for eggs, I know THAT well enough; and what does it matter to
me whether you're a little girl or a serpent?'
'It matters a good deal to ME,' said Alice hastily;
'but I'm not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want
YOURS: I don't like them raw.'
'Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone,
as it settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as
well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and
every now and then she had to stop and untwist it. After a while she remembered
that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work
very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and growing
sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing
herself down to her usual height.
It was so long since she had been anything near the
right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a
few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. 'Come, there's half my
plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm
going to be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to my right
size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden—how IS that to be
done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a
little house in it about four feet high. 'Whoever lives there,' thought Alice,
'it'll never do to come upon them THIS size: why, I should frighten them out of
their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not
venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches
high.
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