Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - Alice Through The Looking Glass Chapter 3 - Looking-Glass Insects
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have you ever gazed in wonder at the great pyramid
have you marvelled at the golden face of Tudankhamun
or admired the delicate features of Queen Nefertiti
if you have you'll probably like the History of Egypt podcast
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Come, let me introduce you to the world of ancient Egypt.
And welcome to Sneat Cove.
Tonight we're continuing on the story of Alice through the Looking Glass.
So let's begin.
Chapter 3.
Looking glass insects.
Of course, the first thing to do.
was to make a grand survey of the country she was going to travel through.
It's something very like learning geography, thought Alice, as she stood on tiptoe in hopes of
being able to see a little further. Principal rivers, there are none.
Principal mountains, I'm on the only one. But I don't think it's got to.
any name. Principal towns. Why? What are those creatures? Making honey down there. They can't be
bees. Nobody ever saw bees a mile off, you know. And for some time she stood silent,
watching one of them that was bustling about the flowers, poking its proboscis into them.
just as if it were a regular bee, thought Alice.
However, this was anything but a regular bee.
In fact, it was an elephant, as Alice soon found out,
though the idea quite took her breath away at first.
And what enormous flowers they must be was her next idea.
Something like cottages,
with the roofs taken off and storks put to them,
and what quantities of honey they must make?
I think I'll go down and,
no, I won't just yet.
She went on checking herself,
just as she was beginning to run down the hill
and trying to find some excuse for turning shy,
so suddenly. It will never do to go down among them without a good to brush them away when they ask me how I like my walk.
I shall say, oh, I like it well enough. Here came the favourite little toss of her head. It was so dusty and hot, and the elephants did tease so, she said.
I think I'll go down the other way, she said after a pause, and perhaps I may visit the elephants later on.
Besides, I do so want to get into the third square, so with this excuse, she ran down the hill and jumped over the first of the six little Brooks.
"'Tickets, please,' said the guard, putting his head in the window.
In a moment everybody was holding out a ticket, there were about the same size as the people,
and quite seemed to feel the carriage.
"'Now then, show your ticket, child,' the guard went on, looking angrily at Alice,
and a great many voices all said together.
Like the chorus of a song, thought Alice.
Don't keep him waiting, child.
Why, his time is worth a thousand pounds a minute.
I'm afraid I haven't got one.
Alice said in a frightened tone,
there wasn't a ticket of this where I came from.
And again, the chorus of voices went on.
There wasn't room for one where she came from.
"'The land there is worth a thousand pounds an inch.'
"'Don't make excuses,' said the guard.
"'You should have bought one from the engine driver.'
"'And once more the chorus of voices went on with.
"'That man drives the engine.
"'Why, the smoke alone is worth a thousand pounds a puff.'
"'Alice thought to herself,
"'there's no use in sense.
speaking. The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken. But to her great surprise,
they all thought in chorus, I hope you understand what thinking in chorus means, for I must confess
that I don't. Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word. I shall dream
about a thousand pounds to night.
This time the guard was looking at her,
first through a telescope,
and then through a microscope,
and then through an opera glass.
At last he said,
You're travelling the wrong way,
and he shut up the window and went away.
So young a child,
said the gentleman sitting,
sitting opposite to her.
He was dressed in white paper,
ought to know which way she's going,
even if she doesn't know her own name.
A goat that was sitting next to the gentleman in white,
shut his eyes,
and said in a loud voice,
she ought to know her way to the ticket office,
even if she doesn't know her alphabet,
There was a beetle sitting next to the goat.
It was a very queer carriage, full of passengers together,
as the rule seemed to be that they should all speak in turn.
He went on with,
she'll have to go back from here as luggage.
Couldn't see who were sitting beyond the beetle,
but a hoarse voice spoke next.
Next, change engines. It said and was obliged to leave off.
It sounds like a horse, Alice thought to herself, and an extremely small voice close to her ear said.
You might make a joke on that something about a horse and horse, you know, and a very gentle voice.
voice in the distance said,
She must be labelled,
Lass with care you know,
and after that other voices went on.
What a number of people there are in the carriage,
thought others, saying,
She must go by post as she's got a head on her.
She must be sent by the telegraph.
She must draw the train herself the wrong.
rest of the way, and so on. But the gentleman, dressed in white paper, leaned forwards and whispered
in her ear. Never mind what they all say, my dear, but take a return ticket every time the train
stops. Indeed, I shan't, said Alice quite impatiently. I don't belong to this
railway journey at all. I was in a wood just now, and I wish I could get back there.
You might make a joke on that, said the little voice, close to her ear. Something about,
you would if you could, you know. Don't tease so, said Alice, looking about in vain to see where the voice came from.
If you're so anxious to have a joke made, why don't you make one yourself?
The little voice sighed deeply.
It was very unhappy evidently, and Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it.
If it would only sigh like other people, she thought,
but this was such a wonderful small sigh
that she wouldn't have heard it at all
hadn't come quite close to her ear
the consequence of this
was that it tickled her ear very much
took off her thoughts
from the unhappiness of the poor little creature
I know you are a friend
her little voice went on.
A dear friend, an old hurt me though.
I am.
What kind of insect what she really wanted to know was
whether it could sting or not.
But she thought this wouldn't be quite a civil question to ask.
What? Then you don't?
The little voice began.
When it was drowned by a shield.
scream from the engine, and everybody jumped up in an arm and the rest, who had put his head out of the window, quietly drew it in and said,
It's only a brook we have to jump over.
Everybody seemed satisfied with this, though Alice felt a little nervous, and the idea of trains jumping at all.
However, it will take us into the fourth square.
At some comfort, she said to herself.
In another moment, she felt the carriage rise straight into the air,
and in her fright she caught at the nearest to her hand,
which happened to be the goat's beard.
but the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it
and she found herself sitting quietly under her tree
with a nut for that was the insect she had been talking to
it was balancing itself on a twig just over her head
funning her with its wings
It certainly was a very large nut
About the size of a chicken
Alice thought
Still she couldn't feel nervous with it
After they had been talking together
So long
Then you don't like all insects
The nut went on
As quietly as if nothing had happened
I like them when they can talk
Alice said.
None of them ever talk, where I come.
What sort of insects do you rejoice in?
Where you come from?
The nut inquired.
I don't rejoice in insects at all, Alice explained,
because I'm rather afraid of them,
at least other large kinds.
But I can tell you the names of some of them.
Of course they answer to their names.
I never knew them to do it, said Alice.
What's the use of having names?
The Nat said, if they won't answer to them.
No use to them, said Alice, but it's useful to the people who name them, I suppose.
If not, why do things have names at all?
I can't say, their nat replied.
Further on in the wood down there, they've got no names.
However, go on with your list of insects.
You're wasting time.
Well, there's the horse fly, Alice began, counting of the names on her fingers.
All right, said the nut, halfway up that bush, you'll see a rocking horse fly if you look.
is entirely made of wood and gets about by swinging itself from branch to branch.
What does it live on? Alice asked with great curiosity.
Sap and sawdust, said the nut.
Go on with the nest and the rocking horse fly with great interest
and made of her mind that it must have been just repainted.
It looked so bright and sticky.
And then she went on.
And there's the dragonfly.
Look on the branch above your head, said the net.
And there you'll find a snap dragonfly.
Its body is made of plum pudding.
Its wings of holly leaves.
and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.
And what does it live on?
Frumenti and mince pie, Anette replied,
and it makes its nest in a Christmas box.
And then there's the butterfly, Alice went on,
after she had taken a good look at the insect
with its head on fire
and had thought to herself
I wonder if that's the reason
insects are so fond
of flying into candles
because they want to turn
into snap dragonflies
crawling at your feet
said the nut
Alice drew her feet back
observe a bread and butterfly
its wings are thin
slices of bread and butter. Its body is a crust and its head is a lump of sugar.
Live on, said Alice, said the nut. A new difficulty came into Alice's head.
Suppose it couldn't find any, she suggested. Then it would die of course,
said the nut to happen very often.
Alice remarked thoughtfully.
It always happens, said the Nat.
After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two pondery.
The Nat amused itself, meanwhile, by humming round and round her head.
At last, it settled again and remembered.
I suppose you don't want to lose your name, and yet I don't know.
the nut went on in a careless tone, only think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home without it.
For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons, she would call out, come here, and there she would have to leave off, because there wouldn't be any name for her to call.
and of course you wouldn't have to go, you know.
That would never do, I'm sure, said Alice.
The governess would never think of excusing me lessons for that.
If she couldn't remember my name, she'd call me miss, as the servants do.
Well, if she did say miss and didn't say anything more,
The net remarked, of course you'd miss your lesson.
That's a joke.
I wish you had made it.
Why do you wish I had made it up?
It's a very bad one.
But the nut only sighed deeply while two large tears came rolling down its cheeks.
You shouldn't make jokes, Alice said.
If it makes you so unhappy, then came one of those melancholy little sighs.
And this time, the poor Nat really seemed to have sighed itself away.
For when Alice looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig.
She was getting quite chilly, with sitting still so long.
She got up.
She soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side of it.
It looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a little timid about going into it.
However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on.
For I certainly won't go back, she thought to herself, and this was the only only one.
way to the eighth square.
This must be the wood, she said thoughtfully to herself, where things have no names.
I wonder what will become of my name when I go in.
I shouldn't like to lose it at all, because they'd have to give me another,
and it would almost certainly be an ugly one.
But then the fun would be to be.
trying to find the creature that had got my old name. That's just like the advertisements,
you know, when people lose dogs. Answers to the name of Dash had on a brass collar.
Just fancy calling everything you meet Alice till one of them answered, only they wouldn't
answer at all if they were wise. She was rambling on.
in this way when she reached the wood.
It looked very cool and shady.
Well, at any rate, is a great comfort, she said as she stepped under the trees.
After being so hot to get into this, into what?
She went on, rather surprised and not being able to think of the word.
I mean to get under the, under the, under this, you know, putting her hand on the trunk of the tree.
What does it call itself, I wonder?
I do believe it's got no name.
Why?
To be sure it hasn't.
She stood silent for a minute, thinking, and she suddenly began.
began again.
Then it really
has happened after all.
Who am I?
I will remember
if to do it.
But being determined
didn't help much
and all she could say.
After a great deal of puzzling
was, I know it begins with
Elle. Just then
a form came wandering by.
It looked at Alice,
with its large, gentle eyes,
but it didn't seem at all frightened.
Here then, here then, Alice said,
as she held out her hand, trying to stroke it,
but it only started back a little,
and then stood looking at her again.
What do you call yourself?
The fawn said at last,
such a sweet, soft voice.
I wish I knew, thought poor Alice.
She answered rather sadly.
Nothing just now.
Think again, it said.
That won't do.
Thought but nothing came of it.
Please would you tell me what you call yourself?
She said timidly.
I think that might help a little.
I'll tell you if you move a little.
further on, the fawn said, I can't remember here. So they walked on together through the wood,
Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the fawn, till they came out into another
open field, and here the fawn gave a sudden bound into the air and shook itself free from Alice's
arms. I'm a form, the voice of delight, look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes,
and in another moment it had darted away at full speed. Alice stood looking after it,
almost ready to cry with vexation, at having lost her dear little fellow traveller, so suddenly.
However, I know my name now, she said.
That's some comfort.
Won't forget it again.
And now, which of these fingerposts ought I to follow?
I wonder.
It was not a very difficult question to answer,
as there was only one road through the wood.
And the two fingerposts, both,
pointed along it.
I'll settle it, Anna said to herself,
when the road divides and they point different ways.
This did not seem likely to happen.
She went on and on a long way,
but wherever the road divided,
there were sure to be two fingerposts pointing the same way.
one marked to Tweedledum's house
and the other to the house of Tweedledee.
I do believe, Alice said at last,
that they live in the same house.
I wonder I never thought of that before,
but I can't stay there long.
I'll just call and say,
How do you do?
and asked them the way out of the wood.
If I could only get to the eighth square before it gets dark,
she wandered on, talking to herself as she went,
till, on turning a sharp corner,
she came upon two fat little men so suddenly that she could not help starting back.
But in another moment she recovered,
feeling sure that they must be.
