Алиса в зазеркалье
It’s my own Invention
‘Thenitwouldhavetobethenextday.Isupposeyouwouldn’thavetwopudding-coursesinonedinner?’
‘Well,notthenextday,’theKnightrepeatedasbefore:‘notthenextday.Infact,’hewenton,holdinghisheaddown,andhisvoicegettinglowerandlower,‘Idon’tbelievethatpuddingeverwascooked!Infact,Idon’tbelievethatpuddingeverwillbecooked!Andyetitwasaverycleverpuddingtoinvent.’
‘Whatdidyoumeanittobemadeof?’Aliceasked,hopingtocheerhimup,forthepoorKnightseemedquitelow-spiritedaboutit.
‘Itbeganwithblottingpaper,’theKnightansweredwithagroan.
‘Thatwouldn’tbeverynice,I’mafraid—’
‘Notverynicealone,’heinterrupted,quiteeagerly:‘butyou’venoideawhatadifferenceitmakesmixingitwithotherthings—suchasgunpowderandsealing-wax.AndhereImustleaveyou.’Theyhadjustcometotheendofthewood.
Alicecouldonlylookpuzzled:shewasthinkingofthepudding.
‘Youaresad,’theKnightsaidinananxioustone:‘letmesingyouasongtocomfortyou.’
‘Isitverylong?’Aliceasked,forshehadheardagooddealofpoetrythatday.
‘It’slong,’saidtheKnight,‘butvery,verybeautiful.Everybodythathearsmesingit—eitheritbringsthetearsintotheireyes,orelse—’
‘Orelsewhat?’saidAlice,fortheKnighthadmadeasuddenpause.
‘Orelseitdoesn’t,youknow.Thenameofthesongiscalled"Haddocks’Eyes."’
