Алиса в зазеркалье
Looking-Glass Insects
Thevoicesdidn’tjoininthistime,asshehadn’tspoken,buttohergreatsurprise,theyallthoughtinchorus(IhopeyouunderstandwhatthinkingInChorusmeans—forImustconfessthatIdon’t),‘Bettersaynothingatall.Languageisworthathousandpoundsaword!’
‘Ishalldreamaboutathousandpoundstonight,IknowIshall!’thoughtAlice.
AllthistimetheGuardwaslookingather,firstthroughatelescope,thenthroughamicroscope,andthenthroughanopera-glass.Atlasthesaid,‘You’retravellingthewrongway,’andshutupthewindowandwentaway.
‘Soyoungachild,’saidthegentlemansittingoppositetoher(hewasdressedinwhitepaper),‘oughttoknowwhichwayshe’sgoing,evenifshedoesn’tknowherownname!’
AGoat,thatwassittingnexttothegentlemaninwhite,shuthiseyesandsaidinaloudvoice,‘Sheoughttoknowherwaytotheticket-office,evenifshedoesn’tknowheralphabet!’
TherewasaBeetlesittingnexttotheGoat(itwasaveryqueercarriage-fullofpassengersaltogether),and,astheruleseemedtobethattheyshouldallspeakinturn,hewentonwith‘She’llhavetogobackfromhereasluggage!’
Alicecouldn’tseewhowassittingbeyondtheBeetle,butahoarsevoicespokenext.‘Changeengines—’itsaid,andwasobligedtoleaveoff.
‘Itsoundslikeahorse,’Alicethoughttoherself.Andanextremelysmallvoice,closetoherear,said,‘Youmightmakeajokeonthat—somethingabout"horse"and"hoarse,"youknow.’
