alfabetet: A for Alice
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Alice in the subway
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wonderland on alice
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Alice Pleasance Lidell
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4. juli 1862, i en robåt mellom Oxford og Godstow, spurte ti år gamle Alice Lidell sin eldre brors venn Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carrol) om han ikke kunne fortelle henne og søstrene hennes en historie. Da han hadde fortalt den spurte Alice om han ikke kunne skrive den ned til henne. Hun insisterte.Til jul 1864 fikk Alice Lidell en papirversjon av fortellingen Alice’s Adventures under Ground.
Charles Dodgson hevdet selv at Alice i fortellingen ikke er basert på eller inspirert av et spesiellt barn. Alice er ikke et barn som finnes.
I siste kapittel av av boken Through the Looking-Glass finnes et dikt som kan tyde på det motsatte.
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July–
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear–
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream–
Lingering in the golden gleam–
Life, what is it but a dream? »
Bildet er tatt av Charles Dodgson
august 18, 2010 § 4 kommentarer
“The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday – but never jam today.” -The White Queen
Når Alice foreslår for the White Queen at hun skal ansette Alice som tjenestepike, tilbyr dronningen henne to pennys i lønn i uken og syltetøy av og til. Alice sier at hun har ikke egentlig så lyst på syltetøy og i hvert fall ikke akkurat denne dagen. Til det svarer dronningen at hun kunne ikke fått syltetøy uansett på grunn av regelen.
A. in Wonderland, kapittel 2, The Pool of tears
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«As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, ‘and in that case I can go back by railway,’ she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.
‘I wish I hadn’t cried so much!’ said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. ‘I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.’
Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.»
by Lewis Carrol