The poor King look puzzled and unhappy, and struggled with the
pencil for some time without saying anything; but Alice was too
strong for him, and at last he panted out, `My dear! I really MUST
get a thinner pencil. I can't manage this one a bit; it writes all
manner of things that I don't intend -- '
`What manner of things?' said the Queen, looking over the book (in
which Alice had put `THE WHITE KNIGHT IS SLIDING DOWN THE POKER. HE
BALANCES VERY BADLY') `That's not a memorandum of YOUR feelings!'
There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while she sat
watching the White King (for she was still a little anxious about
him, and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted
again), she turned over the leaves, to find some part that she could
read, ` -- for it's all in some language I don't know,' she said to
herself.
It was like this.
YKCOWREBBAJ
sevot yhtils eht dna ,gillirb sawT`
ebaw eht ni elbmig dna eryg diD
,sevogorob eht erew ysmim llA
.ebargtuo shtar emom eht dnA
She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought
struck her.
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