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Updated: May 31, 2025
'What trial is it? Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon only answered 'Come on! and ran the faster, while more and more faintly came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words: 'Soo oop of the e e evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!
"Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind," Alice replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone, "Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her 'Turtle Soup, will you, old fellow?" The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice choked with sobs, to sing this: "Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop?
The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across his eyes. He looked at Alice and tried to speak, but, for a minute or two, sobs choked his voice. "Same as if he had a bone in his throat," said the Gryphon; and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the back. "No, indeed," said Alice. "What sort of a dance is it?"
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?" "Now, come, let's hear some of your adventures," said the Gryphon to Alice, after the dance.
She pitied it deeply: "what is its sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, "it's all its fancy, that: it hasn't got no sorrow, you know: come on!" So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears, but said nothing. "This here young lady" said the Gryphon, "wants for to know your history, she do."
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau ootiful Soo oop! Beau ootiful Soo oop! Soo oop of the e e evening, Beautiful beautiful Soup! "Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begun to repeat it, when a cry of "the trial's beginning!" was heard in the distance.
"Come, let's try the first figure!" said the Mock Turtle to the Gryphon, "we can do it without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?" "Oh! you sing!" said the Gryphon, "I've forgotten the words."
"I mean what I say," the Mock Turtle replied, in an offended tone. And the Gryphon added, "Come, let's hear some of your adventures." "I could tell you my adventures beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly; "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then." "Explain all that," said the Mock Turtle. "No, no!
'I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie 'What IS the use of repeating all that stuff, the Mock Turtle interrupted, 'if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the most confusing thing I ever heard! 'Yes, I think you'd better leave off, said the Gryphon: and Alice was only too glad to do so.
"What is his sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon. And the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, "It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!" So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears, but said nothing. "This here young lady," said the Gryphon, "she wants for to know your history, she do."
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