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Through
the Looking-Glass
and what Alice
found there
Kapitel 8:
"It's my own invention", Lewis Carroll, Seite 7 ( von 8 )
'I sometimes dig for
buttered rolls,
Or set limed twigs for crabs;
I sometimes search the grassy knolls
For wheels of Hansom-cabs.
And that's the way' (he gave a wink)
'By which I get my wealth -
And very gladly will I drink
Your Honour's noble health.'
I heard him then, for I had just
Completed my design
To keep the Menai bridge from rust
By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for his wish that he
Might drink my noble health.
And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know -
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo -
That summer evening, long ago,
A-sitting on a gate."
As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and
turned his horse's head along the road by which they had come. "You've
only a few yards to go," he said, "down the hill and over that little
brook, and then you'll be a Queen - But you'll stay and see me off first?"
he added as Alice turned with an eager look in the direction to which he
pointed. "I shan't be long. You'll wait and wave your handkerchief when I
get to that turn in the road? I think it'll encourage me, you see."
"Of course I'll wait," said Alice: "and thank you very much for
coming so far - and for the song - I liked it very much."
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