Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - Alice Through The Looking Glass - Chapter 4 Tweedledum And Tweedledee

Episode Date: April 16, 2024

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or admired the delicate features of Queen Nefertiti if you have you'll probably like the History of Egypt podcast every week we explore tales of this ancient culture The history of Egypt is available wherever you get your podcasting fix. Come, let me introduce you to the world of ancient Egypt. And welcome to Sleep Cove with me, Christopher Fitten. Tonight, I'm reading Chapter 4 of Alice Through the Looking Glass. Alice meets Tweedledum and Tweedledee,

and here's the story of the sailor and the warus. Their previous chapters of Alice through the looking glass can be found in a playlist in a link in the episode's description. So let's begin the story. Chapter 4. Tweedled dumb and Tweedled D. They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's neck. and Alice knew which was which in a moment, because one of them had dumb embroidered on his collar and the other D. I suppose they've each got Tweedle round at the back of the collar, she said to herself. They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive

And she was just looking round To see if the word tweedle Was written at the back of each collar When she was startled by a voice Coming from one marked dumb If you think we're waxworks He said You ought to pay you know

Waxworks went to be made to be looked at for nothing, no-how. Contrari-wise, added the one marked D, if you think we're alive, you ought to speak. I'm sure I'm very sorry, was all Alice could say, for the words of the old song kept ringing through her head, like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee agreed to have a battle, for Tweedledum and Tweedledee had spoiled his nice new rattle. Just then flew down a monstrous crow, as black as a tar barrel, which frightened both the heroes so. They quite forgot their quarrel. I know what you're thinking about, said Tweedledum, but it isn't so no-how. Contrary-wise, continued Tweedledee,

if it was so, it might be, and if it was so, it would be, but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic. I was thinking, Alice said very politely, which is the best way out of this word, is getting so dark. Would you tell me, please? But the little men only looked at each other and grinned so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys

that Alice couldn't help pointing her finger at Twiddledum and saying, First boy, know how, Twiddledum cried out briskly and shut his mouth up again with a snap. Next boy, said Alice, passing on to Tweedledee. though she felt quite certain he would only shout out contrarywise, and so he did. You've been wrong, cried Tweedledum. The first thing in a visit is to say, how would you do and shake hands? And here the two brothers gave each other a hug, and then they held out the two hands that were free to shake hands.

hands with her. Alice did not like shaking hands with either of them first, the fear of hurting the other once feelings. So, as the best way out of the difficulty, she took hold of both hands at once. The next moment they were dancing round in a ring. This seemed quite natural, she remembered afterwards, as she was not even surprised to hear music playing. It seemed to come from the tree under which they were dancing, and it was done as well as she could make it out by the branches rubbing one across the other, like fiddles and fiddlesticks. But it certainly was funny, Alice said afterwards when she was telling her sister the history of all this. To find myself singing, here we go round the Marbury bush.

I don't know when I began it, but somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long, long time. The other two dancers were fat and very soon out of breath. Four times round is enough for one dance, Tweedledum panted out, and they left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun. Their music stopped at the same moment. Then they let go of Alice's hands and stood looking at her for a minute. There was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to begin a conversation with people. people she had just been dancing with. It would never do to say how we do do now, she said to herself.

We seem to have got beyond that somehow. I hope you're not much tired, she said at last. No-how and thank you very much for asking, said Tweedledum. So much obliged, added Tweedledon. D'Odee, you like poetry? Yes, pretty well, some poetry, Alice said doubtfully. Would you tell me which road leads out of the wood? What shall I repeat to her?

Said Tweedledee, looking round at Tweedledum with the great solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's questions. The walrus and the carpenter is the longest, Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug. Tweedledee began instantly. The sun was shining. Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. If it's very long, she said as politely as she could,

would you please tell me first, which road? Tweedledee smiled gently and began again. The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his might. He did his very best to make, the billows smooth and bright, and this was odd because it was the middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily because she thought the sun had got no business to be there after the day was done. It's very rude of him, she said, to come and spoil the fun. The sea was wet as wet could be. The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud because no

cloud was in the sky. No birds were flying overhead. There were no birds to fly. There were no birds to fly. The waris and the carpenter were walking close at hand. They wept like anything to see, such quantities of sand. If this were only cleared away, they said it would be grand. If seven mates with seven mops swept it for half a year. Do you suppose, the waris said, that they would get it clear. I doubt it, said the carpenter, and shed a bitter tear. O oysters come and walk with us, the warrest did beseech. A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, along the briny beach.

We cannot do more than full to give a hand to this oyster looked at him, but never a word he said. The eldest oyster whipped his eye and shook his heavy head, meaning to say he did not choose to leave the oyster bed, but four young oysters hurried up or eager for the treat. Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, their shoes were clean and neat. And this was odd because you know they hadn't. any feet. Four other oysters followed them and yet another fall, and thick and fast they came at

last the throffy waves, and scrambling to the shore. The walrus and the carpenter walked on a mile or so, and then they rested on a rock, conveniently low, and all their little oysters stood and waited in a row. The time has come, the war has said, to talk of many things, of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot,

and weather pigs have wings. But wait a bit, the oysters cried, before we have our chat, for some of us are out of our children, of breath, and all of us are fat. No hurry, said the carpenter, they thanked him much for that. A loaf of bread, the war has said, is what we chiefly need. Pepper and vinegar besides are all very good indeed. Now if you're ready, oysters dear, we can begin to feed.

But not on us, the oysters cried, turning at a lot. little blue. After such kindness, that would be a dismal thing to do. The night is fine, the war is said, do you admire the view? It was so kind of you to come. Oh, you are very nice. The carpenter said nothing but cut us another slice. I wish you were not quite so deaf. I'll have to ask you twice. It seems a shame, the war has said, to play them such a trick, after we've brought them out so far and made them trot so quick. The carpenter said nothing but, the butters spread too thick.

I weep for you, the warer said. I deeply sympathise. With sobs and tears, he salted out, those of the largest size, holding his pocket handkerchief before his streaming eyes. Oh, oysters, said the carpenter, you've had a pleasant run. Shall we be trotting home again?

But answer came there none. And that was scarcely odd because they'd been eaten every one. I like the war as best. said Alice, because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters. He ate more than the carpenter, though, said Tweedle Dee. You see he held his handkerchief in front

so that the carpenter couldn't count how many he took, contrary wise. That was mean, Alice said indignantly. And I like the carpenter best. if he didn't eat as many as the warress, but he ate as many as he could get, said Tweedledum. This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began. They were both very unpleasant characters. Here she checked herself in some alarm, adhering something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam engine.

in the wood near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast. Are there any lions or tigers about here? She asked timidly. It's only the Red King snoring, said Twiddledy. Come and look at him, the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands and led her up. to where the king was sleeping. Isn't he a lovely sight?

said Tweedledum. Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night cap on with their tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap and snoring loud. Fit to snore his head off, as Tweedledum remarked. I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass, said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl. He's dreaming now, said Tweedledy.

And what do you think he's dreaming about? Alice said, nobody can guess that. Why about you? Tweedledy exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? Where I am now, of course, said Alice. Not you, Tweedledy, retorted contemptuously. You'd be nowhere, why you're only a sort of thing in his dream. If that their king was to wake, Edel Tweedledum, you'd go out,

Bang, just like a candle. I shouldn't, Alice exclaimed indignantly. Besides, if I'm only a sort of thing in his dream, What are you? I should like to know. Ditto, said Tweedledum. Ditto, ditto, cried Tweedledee. He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, hush, you'll be waking him.

I'm afraid if you make so much noise. Well, it's no use you're talking about waking him, said Tweedledum, when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well, you're not real. I am real, said Alice, and began to cry. You won't make yourself a bit reader by crying, Tweedledee remarked, There's nothing to cry about.

If I wasn't real, Alice said, half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous. I shouldn't be able to cry. I hope you don't suppose those are real tears. Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt. I know they're talking nonsense. Alice thought to herself, and it's foolish to cry about it. So she brushed away her tears

and went on as cheerfully as she could. At any rate, I'd better be getting out of the wood, for really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going to rain? Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother and knocked up into it. No, I don't think it is, he said, at least not under here know-how. But it may rain outside. It may, if it chooses, said Tweedledy. We've no objection, contrary-wise. Selfish things, thought Alice,

and she was just about to say good-night and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from under the umbrella, and seized her by the wrist. Did he see that? He said in a voice choking with passion and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment as he pointed with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.

It's only a rattle, Alice said, after a careful examination of the little white thing. thing, not a rattlesnake, you know, she added hastily, thinking that he was frightened, only an old rattle, quite old and broken. I knew it was, cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair. It's spoilt of course. Here he looked at Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself under the umbrella, laid her hand upon his arm, and said in a soothing tone, you needn't not be so angry about an old rattle. But it isn't old, Tweedledum cried, in a greater

fury than ever. It's new, I tell you. I bought it yesterday. My nice new rattle, and his voice rose to a perfect scream. All this time, Tweedledy was trying his best to fold up the umbrella with himself in it, which was such an extraordinary thing to do, that it quite took off Alice's attention from the angry brother. But he couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the umbrella, with only his head out, and there he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and large eyes, looking more like a fish than anything else, Alice thought.

Of course you agree to have a battle, Tweedledum said in a calmer tone. I suppose so, the other sulkily replied as he crawled out of the umbrella. Only she must help us dress up, you know. So the two brothers went off hand in hand into the wood and returned in a minute with their arms full of things, such as bolsters, blankets, half-rocks, tablecloths, dish-covers, and coal scuttles. I hope you're a good hand at pinning and tying strings, tweedled and remarked,

Every one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other. Addis said afterwards, she had never seen a fuss made about anything in all her life. The way those two bustled about and the quantity of things they put on and the trouble they gave her in tying strings and fastening buttons. Really, there'll more be like bundles of old. clothes than anything else by the time they're ready, she said to herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedledee to keep his head from being cut off, as he said, did very gravely. It's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle

to get one's head cut off, but she managed to turn it into a cough for fear of hurting his feelings. Do I look very pale? said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on. He called it a helmet, though it certainly looked much more like a saucepan. Well, yes, a little. Alice replied gently. I'm very brave generally, he went on in a low voice.

Only today I happen to have a headache. And I've got a toothache, said Tweedledy, who had overheard the remark, I'm far worse off than you. Then you better not fight today, said Alice, thinking it a good opportunity to make peace. We must have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on long, said Tweedledum, what's the time now? Tweedledee looked at his watch and said half past four, let's fight till six and then have dinner, said Tweedledum.

Very well, the other said rather sadly, and she can watch us. Only you'd better not come very close, he added. I generally hit everything I can see when I get really excited. And I hit everything within reach, cried Twiddledum. Whether I can see it or not, you must hit the trees pretty often I should think, she said. Twiddledum looked round with a satisfied smile. I don't suppose, he said, there'll be a tree left standing forever so far round by the time we've finished. And all about a rattle, said Alice, still hoping to make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.

I shouldn't have minded it so much, said Tweedledum, if it hadn't been a new one. I wish the monstrous crow would come, thought Alice. There's only one sort you know, Tweedledum, said to his brother, that you can have the umbrella. It's quite as sharp. Only we must begin quick. It's getting as dark as it can.

And darker, said Tweedledee. It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. What a thick black cloud that is, she said, and how fast it is. it comes. Why, I do believe it's got wings. It's the crow, twiddledum, cried out in a shrill voice of alarm, and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment. Alice ran a little way into the wood and stopped under a large tree. It can never get at me

here, she thought. It's far too large, to squire. squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings so. It makes quite a hurricane in the wood. Here's somebody's shawl being blown away.