It began with blotting paper,' the Knight answered with a groan.
`That wouldn't be very nice, I'm afraid -- '
`Not very nice ALONE,' he interrupted, quite eagerly: `but you've
no idea what a difference it makes mixing it with other things --
such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you.' They
had just come to the end of the wood.
Alice could only look puzzled: she was thinking of the pudding.
`You are sad,' the Knight said in an anxious tone: `let me sing you
a song to comfort you.'
`Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of
poetry that day.
`It's long,' said the Knight, `but very, VERY beautiful. Everybody
that hears me sing it -- either it brings the TEARS into their eyes,
or else -- '
`Or else what?' said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
`Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called
"HADDOCKS' EYES."'
`Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' Alice said, trying to
feel interested.
`No, you don't understand,' the Knight said, looking a little
vexed. `That's what the name is CALLED. The name really IS "THE
AGED AGED MAN."'
`Then I ought to have said "That's what the SONG is called"?'
Alice corrected herself.
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