`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
`It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, `but
it's RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to
confess, ever to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.)
`Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas -- only I don't exactly
know what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's
clear, at any rate -- '
`But oh!' thought Alice, suddenly jumping up, `if I don't make haste
I shall have to go back through the Looking-glass, before I've seen
what the rest of the house is like! Let's have a look at the garden
first!' She was out of the room in a moment, and ran down stairs --
or, at least, it wasn't exactly running, but a new invention of hers
for getting down stairs quickly and easily, as Alice said to herself.
She just kept the tips of her fingers on the hand-rail, and floated
gently down without even touching the stairs with her feet; then she
floated on through the hall, and would have gone straight out at the
door in the same way, if she hadn't caught hold of the door-post.
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