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Exeunt Alice
Exeunt Alice
Kevin Sweeney
ISBN-10: 1717317448
ISBN-13: 978-1717317445
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE
ALICE
Divers MARKET TRADERS
HARLEQUIN
CLOWN
Mr PANTALOON
An ELEPHANT
The VOICE in the DARKNESS
Mr PUNCH
The BABY
JUDY
Mr SCARMOUCH
A gigantic GOOSEBERRY
A WASP in a WIG
Mr TAMBO
Mr BONES
Mr INTERLOCUTOR
Alice’s SISTER
CHAPTER I
Enter Alice
***[6]
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into a different place then that she had just left.
CHAPTER III
Riddles in an Orchard
AS Alice pushed through the folds of the curtain she felt more
and more certain that the fabric was changing subtly, become less
soft, and more grating. “As if I were pushing through leaves almost,”
she told herself. After a time, Alice finally emerged from the curtain
into an orchard and was hardly surprised, therefore, when she
looked back that the curtains she had pushed were now the low
hanging branches of an apple tree. “I was pushing through leaves!”
she said. “Oh, what a lovely orchard; it must be Autumn here
because the trees are all heavy with fruit!”
This was quite true. Wherever she looked up she saw the
branches were sagging under a heavy weight of hundreds of apples,
green and red and mixtures of the two. Alice wandered for a while,
looking up at all the fruit and trying to decide whether she should
pick one.
“After all,” she thought, “these trees must belong to someone,
perhaps even Pantaloon, and I would hate to be accused of
scrumping!” But then she reasoned. “Well, maybe one apple would
be alright, if I make sure to tell the owner when I see them that I took
it.”
So, Alice stopped under a particularly grand old tree with wild,
gnarled branches and a curious pattern on its bark much like a face,
and reached up to pluck a very juicy looking green apple that hung
within reach. But the moment her fingers were about to grasp it, the
whole branch was pulled up out of her reach!
“Now isn’t that the most curious thing!” Alice said in her
surprise, though her surprise was greater still when another voice
said, “When I knew the maharajah, we saw more curious things all
the time!”
Alice started back a little when she heard this voice, and looked
all about, but could not see to whom it could belong. So, gazing
about, she asked a little timidly, “Please do not think me rude, but I
seem to be quite alone here, so may I be so bold as to ask who just
spoke to me?”
“Ah, riddles!” said the voice. “I do love riddles! But really, you
ought to let me go first, beauty before age, as the saying goes!”[26]
Now, Alice was still not sure to whom the voice belonged, but
now she had the suspicion that whoever owned it was up the tree
from which she had tried to pick an apple. “It certainly seems to be
coming from there,” she reasoned, squinting her eyes to try and
make out who was there. “Although who ever heard of a tree with a
tongue?”[27]
“Are you quite prepared?” the voice asked. “Here is my riddle
for you; which would you rather, that a sphinx eats you, or a
crocodile?”[28]
“That’s hardly a riddle!” Alice protested, and suddenly saw
some movement in the branches. A great grey thing was wrapped
around the branch overhead, and she screamed to see it, “O, a
serpent!”[29]
“When I knew the maharajah, we used to see serpents all the
time!” said the voice, and the great grey snake shaped thing
wrapped itself tighter around the branch. “But there was no sea
serpent mentioned in the riddle! Come now, try again!”
Alice had stepped back from the tree now, even though with
every moment she was less and less sure that what she saw on the
branch was a serpent. “It hasn’t any eyes for a start,” she reasoned,
“and it doesn’t seem so threatening except in its general shape...”
She decided to address it directly. “Excuse me, sir, but please don’t
think me rude, I have to ask; what are you?”
“Foolish child!” the voice boomed at her, loud enough to shake
every leaf and rattle every apple on all the branches. “I’m an
elephant! Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
“An elephant!” exclaimed Alice. “So that must be your trunk!”
“Yes,” said the voice. “And it’s all packed ready for a journey I’ll
never make!”
“But why would you plan a journey if you we’re not going to
make it?” Alice asked.
“I could have made it,” the elephant told her, “except that
someone put an umbrella in my foot and that made it difficult to walk,
with only three feet to support me, and now I go in circles.”[30]
“How beastly!” said Alice, for she was very fond of animals and
the idea of someone deliberately hurting one, particularly whilst it
was still alive, made her feel quite angry.[31] “But then, where are
your other feet?”
“On the ends of my legs,” the elephant told her. “You do ask
simple riddles!” and one by one it lifted its other legs to count them.
Alice had quite missed seeing the elephant’s three legs because she
had mistaken them for trees.[32]
“He must have his trunk wrapped around this tree to support
himself, like an old man with a cane,” Alice thought, and that
reminded her of the riddle the sphinx had asked, which she spoke
aloud. “What goes on four legs in the morning, two legs in the walk,
and three legs in the evening?”[33]
A great trumpet blew through the branches, and for a moment
Alice thought she saw a great, grave face peering down at her with a
look of disgust.
“You have to guess my riddle first!” said the elephant.
“O,” said Alice, remembering what the elephant had asked her.
“Well, I guess then, the crocodile!”
“How ridiculous!” said the elephant. “And quite wrong! Try
again! If you walk one mile south, one mile west, and then one mile
north to get back to the start, what colour is the bear that eats
you?”[34]
“All these questions about animals eating me is quite
uncomfortable!” thought Alice. But she asked, “Surely it’s my turn
now to ask a riddle?”
“Quite right,” said the elephant, and slapped the branch with its
trunk. “But do be quick, I must be off on my journey soon, starboard
out, port home!”[35]
So, Alice racked her brains, and decided to try the elephant
with the old riddle of “As I was Going To St Ives” (it was the first to
come to mind, what with the elephant’s talk of travel) but as she
spoke it the words seemed to change just as they left her mouth;
ALICE had been walking for some distance when she noticed
that all the light in the world was dimming gradually, down to a single
point some way ahead of her. It was as if the day was darkening, as
if a storm was gathering, and she was walking towards a single, tiny
light ahead.
“As if I were in a tunnel,” Alice said to herself, “only I had not
noticed until just now, and I can see bright and glorious day at the
end! But O, it does seem to moving further away the closer that I get
to it!”
This was true; it seemed that as the darkness gathered around
her the light in turn became brighter, but as it became brighter it
became more distant.
“Why, at this rate I declare that whatever light that is will
suddenly spring up behind me,” she said, “for the earth is a sphere,
you know, and so if it keeps moving further away the closer I get
then eventually it has to catch me up coming the other way!”
Alice said this last a little doubtfully, for the moment glad there
was no-one nearby who could correct her and then scold her not
learning her lessons better.
Alice walked and walked, and she talked and talked, and never
felt even a little weary even though she must have gone for miles. It
seemed what she had guessed must come true, because as she
drew ever closer to the bright light hung in the deep darkness it drew
further away.
“Now, how long have I been walking?” she said to herself. “It’s
really quite hard to say when nothing seems to change! People
normally tell what o’clock it is by how strong the sunlight is... at least
you could be certain whether it was still the day because of the
sunlight, because if it was moonlight then that would have to make it
night time! But when you’re in nothing but darkness with a light that
isn’t the sun or the moon, why, forty days and forty nights may pass
and you would never know!”
Alice stopped talking, reminding herself that only mad people
spoke when there was no-one around to listen. She managed to stay
quiet for some time, until eventually it was no good, she simply had
to do something, even if it was to ask a question which couldn’t be
answered.
“How am I to find my way out of this darkness?” she wondered
aloud, and then checked herself with a start; she had not spoken, but
she had clearly heard a voice speaking for her!
“How am I to find my way out of this darkness?” Alice said, and
then suddenly clapped her hands over her mouth! She had not
meant to repeat the words she had heard, but her mouth had
opened and out they had marched anyway.
“It’s almost as if I’m being prompted!” said the voice, and a
moment later Alice repeated it;
“It’s almost as if I’m being prompted!”[38]
“Now really! This wo’n’t do; I say it wo’n’t do!” said the voice.
“Now really!” Alice repeated. “This wo’n’t do; I say it wo’n’t do!”
Alice had stopped walking and had snapped her mouth shut
tightly. She thought, “It’s as if I were just an echo for someone or
something else, helpless except to speak back their words, and to
never have my own again!”
Alice peered this way and that, but in all the gloom she saw
nothing except shadows and the far away light which would catch up
with her before she caught up with it.
“But if that really is another voice,” she thought, “why doesn’t it
speak for itself, and not steal my thoughts? Perhaps,” she thought,
“it’s like late at night sometimes when I cannot get to sleep, and the
strangest thoughts -sometimes quite wicked thoughts, if I am honest-
come to me, even though I know they ca’n’t be mine!”[39]
“That’s precisely right,” said the voice (Alice had a feeling it was
somewhere down to her left) and a moment Alice spoke the same
words out. Then she had an idea, a very clever idea indeed.
“Perhaps,” she thought, “if I think about the voice explaining the
situation, it might prompt me to speak it out loud, and thus tell myself
what I need to know!”
“The light ahead of me is the ghost light,” said the voice. “It
burns all the time without a rest. It’s to frighten the peacock away.”
“The light ahead of me is the ghost light,” Alice told herself. “It
burns all the time without a rest. It’s to frighten the peacock away.”[40]
“That’s the way to do it!” said a voice directly behind her; it was
such a sudden voice, and so unexpected, that Alice span around in
alarm and as she did so she felt the brushing of fabric across her
skin, much as if she was pushing through another curtain and into a
new room.
***
And then, on the very last word, the wicked man hurled the
baby as hard and as far as he could through where the fourth wall
should have been!
Alice said nothing; the shock of what had suddenly happened
had quite taken her breath away!
Mr Punch cupped his hand to his ear as the wailing cries
became quieter and quieter, and finally, shockingly stopped.
Then he grinned broadly and shook Alice’s hand.
“It worked! It worked beautifully! My, what a deep and cunning
young man you are! You deserve a knighthood!”
He was carrying a long stick under his arm (Alice hadn’t noticed
with all the other strange things that had distracted her) and gently
tapped her on each shoulder, just as if he were royalty conferring an
honour.
“But he just murdered that little boy!” she thought, and found
her tongue; she knew exactly who to call for.
“Judy!” she cried, ducking away from Punch and his stick. “O
Judy, come quickly and see what your husband has done!”
No sooner were the words out of Alice’s mouth then a woman
nearly as ugly as Punch himself appeared as if sprung up through a
trap door.
“What is this noise!” said Judy, peering about. “I was down
stairs attending to the giant… Punch! There you are! Where is the
child I left in your care!”
Mr Punch grinned and pointed over Judy’s shoulder at Alice.
“Why, she has him,” he said, and as soon as his wife turned her
back the terrible, wicked Punch swung his stick and knocked her out
through the missing wall!
“Murder!” cried Alice.
But Mr Punch paid her no mind. He stood staring up at nothing,
humming quietly.
Alice thought the best thing to do would be to leave as quickly
as possible. “After all,” she reasoned, “I distinctly remember that
after Judy comes Mr Scaramouch, and then Jack Ketch the
hangman, and then after he is dead there comes...”[45]
Alice decided the best thing to do was to act as if she were very
late and had an urgent appointment to keep, one which would take
her away from this place before Mr Punch could kill any more
people; and especially before Mr Punch’s last visitor were to arrive.
“Please, sir, but could you tell me the time?” Alice asked.
“Yes, I could” said Mr Punch. Alice waited politely for a while,
certain that he had something more to say, but after a short time had
passed she thought to press him a little.
“Please excuse me, sir, but I asked you to tell me the time,”
Alice said.
At this Mr Punch bristled, and wagged his head violently.
“You did not!” he screamed. “You asked if I could tell you the
time, and I told you that I could. You did not ask me to tell you the
time at all! Ah! Mr Scaramouch, always a pleasure to see you sir!”
“Good day Mr Punch!” said Mr Scaramouch who had just
walked in. “I trust that I find you well?”
“O quite well, quite well,” said Mr Punch a trifle sadly. “It’s just
that I fear that others may not be in quite so rude health as I! Like the
baby, for one.”
“And what is wrong with the poor little dear?” asked Mr
Scaramouch.
“He’s dead,” Mr Punch told him.
“Dead! An unhappy affliction indeed! And how long has he
been dead now?”
“A thousand years,” Mr Punch said, and gestured towards the
missing wall, winking at Alice secretly as he did so. “You can see for
yourself!”
“No, please don’t!” cried Alice, but it was no use; Mr
Scaramouch approached the edge and peered over and in the very
next moment Punch had shoved him out into thin air.
“I must leave,” Alice thought to herself, “before something awful
befalls me! O, but it all seems such fun when you are at the seaside
and watching it from the other side!” And having had this thought she
saw from the corner of her eye that the far wall had turned into a
curtain.
Alice decided she would have to make her escape quickly,
because after Mr Scaramouch came Jack Ketch, and after the
hangman came…
“Look young man, a tree!” said Mr Punch, pointing over Alice’s
shoulder.
Alice turned and looked, but she did not see a tree (though she
had hoped to; she half thought that she might have made her way
back to the orchard, and from there find her way back to the theatre)
but instead she saw some gallows, which had sprung up in the very
middle of the room!
“I really ought to leave now,” Alice told herself, once again
giving herself excellent advice, “but how am I to set about it?” Then
she remembered the message that she had been entrusted with.
Perhaps it was for Mr Punch? And if it was not then maybe she had
a good reason to leave!
“Excuse me, Mr Punch,” Alice said to the man, who was
walking around and around the gallows and nodding his head as if
he were very pleased with what he saw, “but I believe this message
may be for you?”
“I shouldn’t think so,” Mr Punch said carelessly, “as I don’t recall
asking anyone to send me a message. What fruit would you find on
a tree as fine as this?”
Alice decided not to answer, but curtsied most politely and said,
“Well if the message isn’t for you, sir, then I am afraid that I really
ought to be leaving. Good day.”
But Mr Punch wasn’t paying Alice any mind, and had instead
taken to thrusting his head in and out of the noose, much as if it were
a window.
Alice had just reached the curtain when she heard Mr Punch’s
voice behind her exclaim, “Ah, good day Mr Ketch! Perhaps you
could show me what sort of fruit to expect from this curious tree?”
and then she pushed into the fabric very quickly, fearing to see what
would happen next.
***
As Alice made her way through the thick curtains she thought
to herself that the next time she went to the seaside she would make
a point of not watching the Punch & Judy show.
“For really,” she told herself, “it’s not so jolly for the poor
puppets!
CHAPTER V
A Green Room in A Green House
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Then the minstrels all put their instruments down and looked
expectantly at Alice. Poor Alice! For all she knew the song could
have been a dirge as easily a carol, and so she had no idea of how
she was expected to react! But what could she say that wouldn’t
offend them?
“That was…” she said, and all three of the minstrels leant
across the table to hear her better, “very well played,” she told them.
The minstrels were evidently quite pleased to hear this, as
each sat back again with a sigh.
“So, you didn’t think there were too many notes?” asked Mr
Interlocutor.
“Not that I heard,” said Alice carefully.
Mr Interlocutor nodded.
“I suppose you are wondering why you didn’t hear too many?”
he said. “It’s to do with the new notes we discovered ourselves,
between the other ones.”
“New notes?” asked Alice, her mind wandering (a new note?
There was certainly something about a note that bothered her…)
“But surely they have already all been invented?”
“Not invented…” said Mr Bones.
“…discovered,” finished Mr Tambo, nearly speaking over the
first minstrel.
“But we haven’t made these discoveries available to the public
yet,” said Mr Interlocutor. “So naturally they cannot be heard yet.”
“But how can you have a note that cannot be heard?” cried
Alice, dreadfully confused now.
“Take the word ‘knight’,” said Mr Bones.
“And having taken it, say it,” said Mr Tambo. They spoke so fast
that they seemed to overlap each other.
“Do you hear the ‘k’ when you speak it?” asked Mr Interlocutor.
Alice thought about this, and shook her head.
“But that is nonsense!” she said. “You ca’n’t just make up new
letters or new notes!”
“So where did all the letters you already know come from?”
asked Mr Interlocutor.
“I… don’t know. I suppose people just made them up…”
“If they made them up they would be nonsense,” said Mr Bones
and Mr Tambo together. “As you just pointed out!”
“Well, it’s all the same,” said Mr Interlocutor. “The same with the
new notes as the new letters of the alphabet we have found…”
Now all three of the minstrels were talking over each other, and
it made Alice’s head spin trying to follow all they were saying.
“A ‘T’ is just a ‘P’ with a twist. But those two aren’t hiding
anymore…”
“You have heard that some notes ca’n’t be heard by some
people? Older people ca’n’t hear high notes; that’s because they
forget them…”
“For instance, we discovered that the word ‘corkscrew’ begins
with a double-I. Hidden in plain sight!”
“Which is much like a double-U -which is a ‘U’ with a double
twist- only it comes first. Of course, everyone knows about the
double-U, even if they write it to look like a double-V!”
Notes and letters, letters and notes! It was all so confusing, but
then Alice remembered that she had a note of her own to deliver. “A
letter written with letters,” she thought, “but not a note written with
notes!”
She held it up for the minstrels to see, and they all stopped
talking, all at once, which was a blessed relief to Alice, to drive those
voices out of her mind!
“The last line!” said Mr Interlocutor.
“I was due to deliver this letter to someone,” said Alice, “only I
was never told whom… do any of you gentlemen suppose it could be
for you?”
The Minstrels stared at Alice. And each in turn shook their
head.
“O dear, I fear I shall never be able to deliver it!” she cried.
The Minstrels continued to stare at her, as if she were quite
mad.
“Why do you look at me so?” Alice asked them.
“That letter,” said Mr Interlocutor, “isn’t to be delivered at all,
you know…”
“I fear it sha’n’t at any rate,” Alice said.
“Because you are the one to whom it is addressed,” Mr
Interlocutor finished.
“You are the recipient,” said Mr Bones.
“The recipient you are,” said Mr Tambo.
Alice was about to ask them what on earth they meant, when
she happened to glance at the front of the envelope that had been
entrusted to hear, and gasped in amazement when she saw her own
name written on it!
“Now how did I manage to overlook such a plain fact as that?”
she wondered aloud, and then the curtains at her back opened
***
My dear Dodgson.
I think that when the jump occurs in the
Railway scene you might very well make Alice
lay hold of the Goat’s beard as being the object
nearest to her hand... instead of the old lady’s
hair. The jerk would naturally throw them
together.
Don’t think me brutal, but I am bound to
say that the “wasp” chapter doesn’t interest me
in the least, & I can’t see my way to a picture. If
you want to shorten the book, I can’t help
thinking -with all submission- that there is your
opportunity.
In an agony of haste
Yours sincerely
J. Tenniel
Portsdown Road.
June 1. 1870
III. Conclusion
Miscellaneous:
The Red King’s Dream or Lewis Carroll In Wonderland, Jo Elwyn
Jones & J. Francis Gladstone, Pimlico, 1996.
Jack the Ripper “Light-hearted Friend”, Richard Wallace, Gemini
Press, 1997.
APPENDIX I
“Alice” On the Stage
The Theatre, April, 1887
DEAR CHILD,
Please to fancy, if you can, that you are reading a real letter,
from a real friend whom you have seen, and whose voice you can
seem to yourself to hear wishing you, as I do now with all my heart, a
happy Easter.
Do you know that delicious dreamy feeling when one first
wakes on a summer morning, with the twitter of birds in the air, and
the fresh breeze coming in at the open window--when, lying lazily
with eyes half shut, one sees as in a dream green boughs waving, or
waters rippling in a golden light? It is a pleasure very near to
sadness, bringing tears to one’s eyes like a beautiful picture or
poem. And is not that a Mother’s gentle hand that undraws your
curtains, and a Mother’s sweet voice that summons you to rise? To
rise and forget, in the bright sunlight, the ugly dreams that frightened
you so when all was dark--to rise and enjoy another happy day, first
kneeling to thank that unseen Friend, who sends you the beautiful
sun?
Are these strange words from a writer of such tales as
“Alice”? And is this a strange letter to find in a book of nonsense? It
may be so. Some perhaps may blame me for thus mixing together
things grave and gay; others may smile and think it odd that any one
should speak of solemn things at all, except in church and on a
Sunday: but I think--nay, I am sure--that some children will read this
gently and lovingly, and in the spirit in which I have written it.
For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into two
halves--to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place
to even so much as mention Him on a week-day. Do you think He
cares to see only kneeling figures, and to hear only tones of prayer--
and that He does not also love to see the lambs leaping in the
sunlight, and to hear the merry voices of the children, as they roll
among the hay? Surely their innocent laughter is as sweet in His
ears as the grandest anthem that ever rolled up from the “dim
religious light” of some solemn cathedral?
And if I have written anything to add to those stores of
innocent and healthy amusement that are laid up in books for the
children I love so well, it is surely something I may hope to look back
upon without shame and sorrow (as how much of life must then be
recalled!) when my turn comes to walk through the valley of
shadows.
This Easter sun will rise on you, dear child, feeling your “life in
every limb,” and eager to rush out into the fresh morning air--and
many an Easter-day will come and go, before it finds you feeble and
gray-headed, creeping wearily out to bask once more in the sunlight-
-but it is good, even now, to think sometimes of that great morning
when the “Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in his
wings.”
Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that
you will one day see a brighter dawn than this--when lovelier sights
will meet your eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters--when
angel-hands shall undraw your curtains, and sweeter tones than
ever loving Mother breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious
day--and when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this
little earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!
Your affectionate friend,
LEWIS CARROLL.
EASTER, 1876.
[1]. If you don’t know what shipping means in the context of fan-fiction, please don’t look it
up, because there are some rabbit-holes nobody should ever descend…
[2]. The title of this third “Alice” story is a stage direction, keeping in line with the overall
theatre theme. Oddly, “exeunt” refers to all characters leaving the stage, rather than simply
“exit” which would mean a single character leaving. The final exit, then?
[3]. This line identifies the play Alice is watching as Shakespeare’s As You Like It;
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;”
[4]. This idea is perhaps suggested by newspaper accounts of the life of Joseph Merrick,
the so-called “Elephant Man.” It was reported that Merrick had been taken to see a play,
and had been delighted by it, but also a little confused; he truly did believe he was watching
real people, and often spoke later about them as if their lives continued behind the curtain.
[5]. A mishearing of the end of the speech, which relates the rather grim fate of man at the
end of his life;
“Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
Perhaps Alice hears “sand” because the Sandman approaches?
[6]. As in the previous two “Alice” books major changes of scene, transitions from place to
place are common and are indicated in the text by a row of asterisks. In AAIW the
transitions were Alice’s frequent changes in size, and in TTLG a scene change occurred
whenever Alice moved forward another chess square; in this “Alice” scene changes are
made each time Alice pushes through another set of curtains.
[7]. Carroll has created a complex joke here; first and most obvious is the notion of Bull and
Bear market traders reflecting the stock market itself; then the bull is selling china, a direct
reversal of the traditional notion of a bull in a china shop; and then there is the ragged staff.
A fact unfamiliar to readers from outside of England is the fact that “The Bear & Ragged
Staff” is the name for several old public houses up and down the country; it takes Carroll’s
peculiar thinking to make the Bear stock market trader a literal bear, and replace the stave
(properly speaking) with a staff, looking ragged because he does not pay them enough!
[8]. In both previous “Alice” books there is a recurring fishy theme, and here it is again in a
pun on footwear; to Carroll’s ear the accent of a Cockney barrow boy would always be
dropping the “H” from “heels”. Jellied eels are traditional London street fare.
[9]. Once again poor Alice is taken to task on the matter of her French, as she was when
addressing the mouse in the “Pool of Tears” episode of AAIW. Fruits de mer is a traditional
French dish of mixed seafood... a companion joke to that in AAIW where Bill the lizard was
“digging fer apples”, or more properly pommes de terre, “apples of the earth”, potatoes…
which are probably the fruits that grow under the ground Alice was previously thinking of.
[10]. “Elephant’s foot umbrella stand” was a popular Victorian parlour game in which players
took turns to add to a list of imagined shopping items; the list had to be recited in whole by
each new player, and each item added had to conform to an unspoken rule which new
players were required to figure out. The rule was that each new item had to follow the next
letter in the phrase “elephant’s foot umbrella stand”; an E item, then an L item, E, P, H…
and so on. Among the items are grey gloves, which Carroll habitually wore all year round,
and a marmalade jar first seen at the start of AAIW.
[11]. Throughout the text, Alice is continually mistaken for a male. In Shakespeare’s time
ladies were not allowed to take the stage, and so all parts, male and female, were played by
men. It is also worth noting that in pantomime (to which Harlequinade’s played a sort of
slapstick prologue) the lead male role is always played by a female, and there is always an
elderly Dame character which is played by a man. This strange inversion of fact and fancy
recalls the mirror logic of TTLG. It should also be noted that at one-time Carroll proposed to
“bowdlerise Bowdler”, and write such clean version of Shakespeare’s play that they should
be suitable for young girls.
[12]. In traditional Harlequinades, the mask played an important role beyond being simple
costume. It was a visual aide for the audience, a cue; if Harlequin wore his mask flipped up
he was visible to all the characters, but if it was flipped down to cover his face he became
invisible, and thus his tricks were played. Alice, being from the audience, reacts the way she
should and not the way he expects (believing her to be another character.)
[13]. Harlequinades had several stock characters, Harlequin, Clown, Pantaloon, and
Columbine. Each has their part to play, laid down in years of tradition. Alice correctly
surmises that Pantaloon shall be along presently, but not Columbine, Harlequin’s love
interest. Did Carroll expect Alice to stand in for her?
[14]. A pineapple statue surmounting a gatepost was a Victorian symbol of welcome, as
Harlequin points out; of course, the contradiction is that it was he himself who provided it.
[15]. The slapstick served several purposes, but perhaps its most important was that by
banging parts of the canvas backdrop with it, an actor could cause rolled up scenery to
unfurl and change the scene without need for the curtain to be dropped and the stage re-
dressed.
[16]. This three to one ratio was the way Clown would divide the spoils in the play. The ratio
of three to one is interesting; this is the third “Alice” book, and plays are known for being
divided up into three parts. Carroll first spun the spell of Wonderland in youth, and then the
story of Looking-Glass House in middle age... and with the end of his life approaching he
wrote her last adventure.
[19]. In the contradictory world of the stage, wishing someone good luck has always been
bad luck. So, contrariwise, wishing bad luck on someone is good luck, hence the traditional
admonition to “break a leg.” Theatre lore, picked up by Carroll thanks to years of being
involved with the stage, litters the text.
[20]. It was traditional at Easter time for women and young girls to wear a special hat to
church services.
[21]. Gentleman’s Relish, a type of anchovy paste, usually eaten on thin white toast with
cucumber, or mustard and cress.
[22]. Dante, in Inferno, describes Satan as being at the centre of the earth, eternally feeding
and vomiting three traitors; Judas, Cassius, and Brutus.
[23]. “Parson’s nose” was a colloquialism for the pygostyle on a chicken or a turkey, an
extremely fatty cut of meat which is more commonly discarded these days, but in Carroll’s
time was often fought over in poorer households.
[24]. “Consequences” was a popular Victorian parlour game in which a story is written part
by part by players, folding the paper by turns so that no-one sees what any other has put
down. The structure was; a man’s name, a woman’s name, a place name, etc. until a
nonsensical narrative emerges.
[25]. The Isle of Wight was a favoured seaside resort destination, where Carroll often met
new children.
[26]. Age before beauty... but we are on the stage, and beauty is a malleable as grease
paint, as contradictory as being grateful that someone has told us to break our leg.
[28]. If Alice were to give this some thought, she would see the linguistic trap she is about to
fall into; obviously, she would much rather the sphinx ate the crocodile, rather than her. The
sphinx and the crocodile suggest Egypt, a culture as obsessed with death as the
Victorians... and a culture about which the later Victorians would become obsessed.
[29]. A serpent in the branches of an apple tree confronts Alice, an innocent. The story of
Eden aside, compare this with the scene in AAIW where Alice is accused of being a
“serpent” by the pigeon.
[30]. The elephant’s complaint is connected to a household item/curiosity, an elephant’s foot
umbrella stand, pre-figured earlier at the market.
[31]. Vivisection was a source of debate in Carroll’s day; the author himself came down
firmly on the side that it was a cruel and unnecessary practice, and wrote the 1875
pamphlet, Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection.
[32]. The elephant tells riddles; an old Indian story talks about blind men encountering an
elephant and deciding that it must be, amongst other things, a serpent (when they touch its
trunk) or trees (when they touch its legs.) The elephant is himself a riddle.
[33]. This is the riddle told in the classic story of the sphinx. Alice thinks of it because she
thinks of the elephant as an old man with a cane, as well as the sphinx featured in the riddle
set for her. Also, note the answer to the riddle relates to the three ages of man; in youth he
crawls on all fours, in his middle age he walks on both feet, and then when he is old he
leans heavily on a stick. Alice fell asleep during a speech about the ages of man.
[34]. White; it is a polar bear. The directions the elephant give to lead back to the same
point only apply at the North Pole.
[35]. The origin of the word “posh”, meaning the upper classes, comes from steamer ship
passage to India. The more expensive seating and accommodation was the shadiest, and
the shadiest sides of the ship was Port heading Out and Starboard heading Home. The
elephant inverses this according to the rule of the stage.
[36]. The elephant’s seemingly random remark is the key to the riddle. Carroll wrote at
length on the notion of Zeno’s Paradox in a piece which was a discussion of logic between
Achilles and the Tortoise from Aesop’s fable.
[37]. Glass, of course. The text betrays that it is not a green house, two separate words to
indicate the colour of the building, as seen with the previous three, but rather a structure
used for growing plants.
[38]. The prompt corner is located to the side of the stage, where the stage manager
coordinates the performance and prompts the actors when they forget their lines.
[39]. Carroll often had insomnia, and it was at these times that he complained of “unbidden
thoughts” coming to him.
[40]. The ghost light is a light, either a candle or an electric bulb, left lit over night after a
production. Theories about its origins suggest it is to scare away ghosts left after a
performance, or that should someone break into the theatre and hurt themselves in the dark
they would be able to sue! Peacocks are long associated with bad luck in theatre lore.
[41]. The fourth wall in theatre is, of course, missing; the audience makes up this invisible
partition.
[42]. Alice is familiar with the seaside entertainment of Punch & Judy as seen in chapter
eight of TTLG, when the two knights are fighting each other;
“…and another Rule seems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms, as if
they were Punch and Judy.”
Punch may be a Fury character, like the Queen of Hearts from AAIW or the Red
Queen from TTLG. Note the colour red is essential to Punch’s costume.
[43]. Perhaps referring to the baby in the “Pig & Pepper” episode of AAW?
[44]. The tune is better known today as belonging to “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.” Note
the acrostic in the poem.
[45]. In the traditional show a cast of characters would normally include, Punch, the baby,
Judy, Mr Scaramouch (and his dog Toby, who was often a real live dog), a doctor,
policemen, Jack Ketch the hang man… and finally the Devil.
[46]. Alice is wrong; she has been in a looking-glass house before.
[47]. “Twenty questions” was a popular Victorian parlour game which involved one player
thinking of something (anything) and the other asking questions which can only be
answered yes, no, maybe, and sometimes; the aim being to work out what the something is
within twenty questions.
[48]. “Divers alarums” is an archaic direction given in play scripts for a great deal of sudden,
chaotic noise and action.
[51]. Carroll neatly ties together three ideas; the green room is the waiting area behind the
stage in a theatre, and a greenhouse, as previously noted, is a small glass structure used
for growing plants. Turning the greenhouse into an actual house may possibly have been
inspired by the vast metal and glass structure that was built to house the Great Exhibition of
1851 known as the Crystal Palace.
[53]. A phrase attributed to Flaubert, “Le bon Dieu est dans le detail,” is translated as “God
is in the details”. Of course, there is the more famous use of the phrase which replaces God
with the Devil; Carroll never makes it clear to which the gooseberry is referring.
[55]. Hints of The Divine Comedy, which starts with Dante wandering through a
metaphorical dark wood looking for the straight path. Eventually he is guided to Hell, the
gate to which carries the inscription, “Abandon all hope ye who enter here.”
[56]. The golden afternoon was how Carroll frequently referred to the day on which
Wonderland was first spun out for Alice Liddel. As Alice comes to the end of her journey,
and Carroll comes to the end of his life, he returns them both to where it started; the
opening and closing poems of EA explicitly mention the start and the end being
interchangeable.
[57]. Dante again; the three beasts are the metaphorical sins he confronts in the dark wood.
[58]. Carroll frequently recycled material; an example of this is the poem “Jabberwocky” in
TTLG, the first verse of which originally appeared in Mischmasch, a periodical Carroll wrote
for his family. As the song “Salmon Come Up!” was dropped when he re-worked AAU into
AAW and is now (in a way) included in EA in the following chapter, so a version of the wasp
in a wig character, originally cut from TTLG, appears.
[59]. This is Samson’s riddle, set for the thirty bridegrooms, the answer to which is bees
making honey in the corpse of a lion; it seems likely that what the wasp has perceived as
honey is in fact golden syrup, a food produced by Abram Lyle & Sons whose distinctive tins
featured (and to this day, still feature) a picture of a dead lion filled with bees as a reference
to the Biblical story… though the reasons why are clouded by history.
[60]. An inside joke about Prof Henry W. Acland and his anatomical specimen of a tuna fish,
about which Carroll played a notorious practical joke.
[61]. A vomitorium is a passage found either behind or below a tier of seats in an
amphitheatre, and some theatres, through which the dispersing crowd “spews” at the end of
a show. The proscenium arch mentioned next is also a major point of theatre architecture.
[62]. The Negro Minstrel’s turn up in a form in another of Carroll’s works. The illustration by
Henry Holiday of “The Bankers Fate” in Fit the Seventh of The Hunting of the Snark; depicts
the Banker as Mr Bones, black faced, seated in a chair and holding bone castanets. The
verse runs;
“He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white-
A wonderful thing to be seen!”
[63]. Studying the original manuscript reveals that Carroll had originally written a parody
poem here in pencil, and then subsequently erased it. As Carroll tended to write in ink, the
decision to write this part and erase it, leaving only a vague impression of what was written
there, can only be viewed as a deliberate effect of trying to write a song without words or
music! The erased poem is called “Salmon Come Up”, a parody of the Negro Minstrel song
“Sally Come Up” by T. Ramsey and E. W. Mackney, a song Carroll heard the Liddel girls
sing at the Deanery the day before the fateful boating trip which spawned AAIW. The
parody was originally used in AAU, sung by the Mock Turtle in place of “The Lobster
Quadrille.”