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The Knight looked surprised at the question. `What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. `My mind goes on working all the same. In fact, the more head-downwards I am, the more I keep inventing new things.' `Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,' he went on after a pause, `was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course.' `In time to have it cooked for the next course?' said Alice. `Well, that was quick work, certainly!' `Well, not the next course,' the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: `no, certainly not the next course.' `Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn't have two pudding-courses in one dinner?' `Well, not the next day,' the Knight repeated as before: `not the next day. In fact,' he went on, holding his head down, and his voice getting lower and lower, `I don't believe that pudding ever was cooked! In fact, I don't believe that pudding ever will be cooked! And yet it was a very clever pudding to invent.' `What did you mean it to be made of?' Alice asked, hoping to cheer him up, for the poor Knight seemed quite low-spirited about it. `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 it's 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. `No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The song is called "Ways and Means": but that's only what it's called, you know!' `Well, what is the song, then?' said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered. `I was coming to that,' the Knight said. `The song really is "A-sitting On a Gate": and the tune's my own invention.' |
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