Through the Looking Glass is the sequel to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Alice travels to a magical land by climbing through a mirror above a fireplace. The land is in the form of a large chessboard, complete with life-sized chess pieces. In her journey across the chessboard, Alice meets a number of nursery rhyme characters, including Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum and Humpty Dumpty. When she reaches the end of the board, Alice becomes queen. She puts the king in checkmate, which allows her to return to her own world.
Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1871) is a famous children's novel by Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson), similar to his novel, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland .
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
Alice did so. "It's very hard," she said, "but I don't see what that has to do with it."
"In most gardens," the Tiger-lily said, "they make the beds too soft—so that the flowers are always asleep."
"Well, in our country," said Alice, still panting a little, "you'd generally get to somewhere else—if you ran very fast for a long time, as we've been doing.""A slow sort of country!" said the Queen, "Now, here , you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
"Of course they answer to their names?" the Gnat remarked carelessly.
"I never knew them to do it."
"What's the use of their having names," the Gnat said, "if they won't answer to them?"
"No use to them ," said Alice; "but it's useful to the people who name them, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at all?"
Of shoes— and ships — and sealing wax —
Of cabbages— and Kings —
And why the Sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings."
"That was mean!" Alice said indignantly. "Then I like the Carpenter best—if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus."
"But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.
This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, "Well! They were both very unpleasant characters—"
"Why, about you! " Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. "And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?""Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!"
"If that there King was to wake," added Tweedledum, "you'd go out— bang! — just like a candle!"
"I shouldn't!" Alice exclaimed indignantly. "Besides, if I'm only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you , I should like to know?""Ditto" said Tweedledum.
"Ditto, ditto!" cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, "Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real.""I am real!" said Alice and began to cry."You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying," Tweedledee remarked: "there's nothing to cry about."
"If I wasn't real," Alice said— half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous — "I shouldn't be able to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?" Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt."I know they're talking nonsense," Alice thought to herself: "and it's foolish to cry about it." So she brushed away her tears, and went on as cheerfully as she could.
"It's very good jam," said the Queen.
"Well, I don't want any to-day , at any rate.""You couldn't have it if you did want it," the Queen said. " The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday— but never jam to-day. ""It must come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected."No, it can't," said the Queen. "It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know."
"I'm sure mine only works one way," Alice remarked. "I can't remember things before they happen."" It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards, " the Queen remarked."What sort of things do you remember best?" Alice ventured to ask."Oh, things that happened the week after next," the Queen replied in a careless tone.
"That's the way it's done," the Queen said with great decision: "nobody can do two things at once, you know."
"Can't you?" the Queen said in a pitying tone. "Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes."
Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things.""I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. "
"Must a name mean something?" Alice asked doubtfully.
"Of course it must," Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: "my name means the shape I am— and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost."
"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master— that's all."
"This is a child!" Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude. "We only found it to-day. It's as large as life, and twice as natural!"
"I always thought they were fabulous monsters!" said the Unicorn. "Is it alive?"
"It can talk," said Haigha, solemnly.
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said "Talk, child."
Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: "Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!"
"Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?"
"You don't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes," the Unicorn remarked. "Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards."
"Ridiculous!" cried the Queen. "Why, don't you see, child—" here she broke off with a frown, and, after thinking for a minute, suddenly changed the subject of the conversation.
"Make a remark," said the Red Queen: "It's ridiculous to leave all conversation to the pudding!"
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?