Аліса в Задзеркаллі
It’s my own Invention
‘Andthenhetookthehelmetoffagain—butittookhoursandhourstogetmeout.Iwasasfastas—aslightning,youknow.’
‘Butthat’sadifferentkindoffastness,’Aliceobjected.
TheKnightshookhishead.‘Itwasallkindsoffastnesswithme,Icanassureyou!’hesaid.Heraisedhishandsinsomeexcitementashesaidthis,andinstantlyrolledoutofthesaddle,andfellheadlongintoadeepditch.
Alicerantothesideoftheditchtolookforhim.Shewasratherstartledbythefall,asforsometimehehadkeptonverywell,andshewasafraidthathereallywashurtthistime.However,thoughshecouldseenothingbutthesolesofhisfeet,shewasmuchrelievedtohearthathewastalkingoninhisusualtone.‘Allkindsoffastness,’herepeated:‘butitwascarelessofhimtoputanotherman’shelmeton—withthemaninit,too.’
‘Howcanyougoontalkingsoquietly,headdownwards?’Aliceasked,asshedraggedhimoutbythefeet,andlaidhiminaheaponthebank.
TheKnightlookedsurprisedatthequestion.‘Whatdoesitmatterwheremybodyhappenstobe?’hesaid.‘Mymindgoesonworkingallthesame.Infact,themoreheaddownwardsIam,themoreIkeepinventingnewthings.’
‘NowthecleverestthingofthesortthatIeverdid,’hewentonafterapause,‘wasinventinganewpuddingduringthemeat-course.’
‘Intimetohaveitcookedforthenextcourse?’saidAlice.‘Well,notthenextcourse,’theKnightsaidinaslowthoughtfultone:‘no,certainlynotthenextcourse.’
