Алиса в зазеркалье
It’s my own Invention
‘Oh,that’sthenameofthesong,isit?’Alicesaid,tryingtofeelinterested.
‘No,youdon’tunderstand,’theKnightsaid,lookingalittlevexed.‘That’swhatthenameiscalled.Thenamereallyis"TheAgedAgedMan."’
‘ThenIoughttohavesaid"That’swhatthesongiscalled"?’Alicecorrectedherself.
‘No,yououghtn’t:that’squiteanotherthing!Thesongiscalled"WaysandMeans":butthat’sonlywhatit’scalled,youknow!’
‘Well,whatisthesong,then?’saidAlice,whowasbythistimecompletelybewildered.
‘Iwascomingtothat,’theKnightsaid.‘Thesongreallyis"A-SittingOnaGate":andthetune’smyowninvention.’
Sosaying,hestoppedhishorseandletthereinsfallonitsneck:then,slowlybeatingtimewithonehand,andwithafaintsmilelightinguphisgentlefoolishface,asifheenjoyedthemusicofhissong,hebegan.
OfallthestrangethingsthatAlicesawinherjourneyThroughTheLooking-Glass,thiswastheonethatshealwaysrememberedmostclearly.
