Through The Looking Glass

Through The Looking Glass

by Lewis Carroll
Through The Looking Glass

Through The Looking Glass

by Lewis Carroll

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Overview

Alice sits in her armchair at home, drowsily watching her pet kitten, Kitty, as she unravels a ball of string. She snatches Kitty up and begins telling her about "Looking-Glass House," an imaginary world on the other side of the mirror where everything is backward. Alice suddenly finds herself on the mantelpiece and steps through the mirror into Looking-Glass House. On the other side of the mirror, Alice discovers a room similar to her own but with several strange differences. The chessmen stand in the fireplace in pairs, oblivious to Alice's presence. She comes to the aid of the White Queen's daughter, Lily, but realizes that the chess pieces cannot see her. Alice becomes distracted by a book on the shelf, in which she reads a nonsensical poem entitled "Jabberwocky." Frustrated by the strange poem, she sets off to explore the rest of the house.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496084088
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 01/01/1900
Pages: 70
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.15(d)
Lexile: 840L (what's this?)
Age Range: Up to 5 Years

About the Author

Lewis Carroll was actually born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson on January 27, 1832 in Daresbury, Cheshire, England. He was a noted English author, mathematician, inventor, photographer and Deacon at Christ Church.

Dodgson was home-schooled during his youth, but displayed a great intellect and he was a voracious reader. He attended Oxford beginning in 1850, obtaining a Bachelor of Arts in Mathematics and a professorship there for twenty-six years.

Dodgson had a distinct stammer, was deaf in one ear, a severe knee injury which left him with a pronounced limp and damaged lungs from a case of whooping cough. He began writing short stories and poetry in 1854, and in 1856, adopted the pen name of Lewis Carroll.

Also in 1856, he met Henry Liddell, who had three daughters, one of whom was named Alice. One day on a rowing trip with the family in 1862, Dodgson told the story of "Alice's Adventures Underground" to the girls and Alice begged him to write it down for her, which he did in 1864. A family friend read it and insisted that he attempt to get it published which he did in 1865, changing the name to "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."

Although Dodgson was a capable illustrator, he believed his story needed a professional illustrator and Sir John Tenniel provided the art. The book was an instant commercial success, although not a critical one, providing "Carroll" with unwanted fame. In 1871, he completed the sequel "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There."

Although he continued to write, none of his works achieved the success of the "Alice" books. He continued to teach until 1881, and died on January 14, 1898 from pneumonia.

Date of Birth:

January 27, 1832

Date of Death:

January 14, 1898

Place of Birth:

Daresbury, Cheshire, England

Place of Death:

Guildford, Surrey, England

Education:

Richmond School, Christ Church College, Oxford University, B.A., 1854; M.A., 1857

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Looking-Glass House

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it : -- it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering) ; so you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief.

The way Dinah washed her childrens faces was this : first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then with the other paw she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose : and just now, as I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was lying quite still and trying to purr -- no doubt feeling that it was all meant for its good.

But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great armchair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up and down fill it had all come undone again ; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own tail in the middle.

"Oh, you wicked wicked little, thing!" cried Alice, catching tip the kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand that it was in disgrace. "Really, Dinah ought to have taught you better manners ! You ought, Dinah, you know you ought! " she added, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage -- and then she scrambled back into thearm-chair, taking the kitten and the worsted with her, and began winding up the ball again. But she didn't get on very fast, as she was talking all the time, sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself. Kitty sat very demurely on her knee, pretending to watch the progress of the winding, and now and then putting out one paw and gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad to help if it might.

"Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty? " Alice began. "You'd have guessed if you'd been up in the window with me -- only Dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn't. I was watching the boys getting in sticks for the bonfire -- and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty ! Only it got so cold, and it snowed so, theyhad to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we'll go and see the bonfire to-morrow." Here Alice wound two or three turns of the worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look : this led to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards and yards of it got unwound again.

"Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," Alice went on, as soon as they were comfortably settled again, "when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow ! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous darling! What have you got to say for yourself ? Now don't interrupt me! " she went on, holding up one finger. "I'm going to tell you all your faults. Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face this morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty : I heard you ! What's that you say? " (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) "Her paw went into your eye ? Well, that's your fault, for keeping your eyes open -- if you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't make any more excuses, but listen ! Number two : you pulled Snowdrop away by the tail just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What, you were thirsty, were you ? How do you know she wasn't thirsty too ? Now for number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't looking !

"That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of them yet. You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday week -- Suppose they had saved up all my punishments!" she went on, talking more to herself than the kitten. "What would they do at the end of a year ? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the day came. Or -- let me see-- suppose each punishment was to be going without a dinner : then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go without fifty dinners at once ! Well, I shouldn't mind that much! I'd far rather go without them than cat them !

"Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty ? How nice and soft it sounds !

Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently ? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt ; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about -- whenever the wind blows -- oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.

"Kitty, can you play chess ? Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it seriously. Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as if you understood it: and when I said 'Check!' you purred! Well, it was a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't been for that nasty Knight, that came wriggling down among my pieces. Kitty, dear, let's pretend --"

Through The Looking Glass. Copyright © by Lewis Carroll. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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