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开 本: 16开纸 张: 胶版纸包 装: 平装-胶订是否套装: 否国际标准书号ISBN: 9787544768498
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《爱丽丝漫游奇境》是英国作家刘易斯·卡罗尔于1865年出版的儿童文学作品，甫一出版，风靡全球。它至今已经被翻译成至少125种语言，多次被改编后搬上大银幕，流传之广仅次于《》和的作品。其想象瑰丽，故事情节荒诞离奇，其中的疯帽匠、白兔先生、红桃王后等已成为经典儿童文学形象。牛津英文经典的版本除了《爱丽丝漫游奇境》之外，还附加了其后续作品《爱丽丝镜中奇遇记》。本书还附有作者介绍、详尽注释、精彩导读，以及约翰·坦尼尔（John Tenniel）为原版作品所绘的插图，便于深读文本，增加阅读乐趣。
故事讲述了小姑娘爱丽丝追赶一只揣着怀表、会说话的白兔，掉进了一个兔子洞，由此坠入了神奇的地下世界。她还遇到了一大堆人和动物：疯帽匠、三月野兔、睡鼠、丑陋的公爵夫人等。她在一扇小门后的大花园里遇到了一整副的扑克牌，有粗暴的红桃王后、老好人红桃国王和神气活现的红桃杰克等等。在这个奇幻疯狂的世界里，似乎只有爱丽丝是*清醒的人，她不断探险，同时又不断追问“我是谁”，在探险的同时不断认识自我，不断成长，终于成长为一个“大”姑娘的时候，猛然惊醒，才发现原来这一切都是自己的一个梦境。
The
‘Alice’ books are two of the most translated, most quoted, and best-known books
in the world, but what exactly are they? Apparently delightful, innocent
fantasies for children, they are also complex textures of mathematical, linguistic,
and philosophical jokes. Alice’s encounters with the White Rabbit, the
Cheshire-Cat, the King and Queen of Hearts, the Mad Hatter, Tweedledum and
Tweedledee and many other extraordinary characters have made them masterpieces
of carefree nonsense, yet they also appeal to adults on a quite different
level.
Introduction
Note
on the Text
Select
Bibliography
A
Chronology of C. L. Dodgson/ ‘Lewis Carroll’
ALICE’S
ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
THROUGH
THE LOOKING-GLASS
Appendix:
‘The Wasp in a Wig’
Explanatory
Notes
普通读者可以用这些书建构出一座图书馆。它们已经融入了我们的生活理念之中，我们还想要把它们请入我们的家里。
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CHAPTER
1
DOWN
THE RABBIT-HOLE
ALICE was beginning to get very tired of
sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice
she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or
conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without
pictures or conversations?’
So she was considering, in her own mind (as
well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether
the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up
and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit* with pink eyes ran close
by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think
it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself ‘Oh
dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it
occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all
seemed quite natural); but, when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its
waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to
her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a
rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and,
burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time
to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another
moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she
was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole
went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so
suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she
found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.
Either the well
was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went
down to look about her, and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she
tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to
see anything: then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they
were filled with cupboards and book-shelves: here and there she saw maps and
pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she
passed: it was labeled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE,’* but to her great disappointment it
was empty: she did not like to drop the jar, for fear of killing somebody
underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
‘Well!’ thought Alice to herself. ‘After such
a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down-stairs! How brave they’ll
all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off
the top of the house!’* (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down,
down. Would the fall never come to an end? ‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen
by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of
the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think––’ (for,
you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the
school-room, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing
off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good
practice to say it over) ‘––yes, that’s about the right distance––but then I
wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?’ (Alice had not the slightest
idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice
grand words to say.)
Presently she
began again. ‘I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth!* How
funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads
downwards! The antipathies, I think––’ (she was rather glad there was no
one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) ‘––but I
shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please,
Ma’am, is this New Zealand? Or Australia?’ (and she tried to curtsey as she
spoke––fancy, curtseying as you’re falling through the air! Do you think
you could manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for
asking! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up
somewhere.’
Down, down,
down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again.
‘Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!’ (Dinah* was the cat.) ‘I
hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear! I wish
you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you
might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat
bats, I wonder?’ And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying
to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, ‘Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and
sometimes ‘Do bats eat cats?’, for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either
question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was
dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with
Dinah, and was saying to her, very earnestly, ‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did
you ever eat a bat?’, when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of
sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a
bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it
was all dark overhead: before her was another long passage, and the White
Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost:
away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it
turned a corner, ‘Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!’ She was
close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be
seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps
hanging from the roof.
There were doors
all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the
way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down
the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.
Suddenly she
came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass: there was
nothing on it but a tiny golden key,* and Alice’s first idea was that this
might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were
too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them.
However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not
noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she
tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
Alice opened the
door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a
rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden
you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not
even get her head through the doorway;* ‘and even if my head would go
through,’ thought poor Alice, ‘it would be of very little use without my
shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if
I only knew how to begin.’ For, you see, so many out-ofthe-way things had
happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were
really impossible.
There seemed to
be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half
hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for
shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it
(‘which
certainly was not here before,’ said Alice), and tied round the neck of the bottle
was a paper label, with the words ‘DRINK ME’ beautifully printed on it in large
letters.
It was all very
well to say ‘Drink me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in
a hurry. ‘No, I’ll look first,’ she said, ‘and see whether it’s marked “poison”
or not’; for she had read several nice little stories about children who had
got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, all
because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had
taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too
long; and that, if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it
usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle
marked ‘poison,’ it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
However, this
bottle was not marked ‘poison,’ so Alice ventured to taste it, and,
finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart,
custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast), she very
soon finished it off.
‘What a curious
feeling!’ said Alice. ‘I must be shutting up like a telescope!’
And so it was
indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the
thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into
that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she
was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; ‘for it
might end, you know,’ said Alice to herself, ‘in my going out altogether, like
a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?’ And she tried to fancy what the
flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not
remember ever having seen such a thing.
After a while,
finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at
once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had
forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it,
she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly
through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the
table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying,
the poor little thing sat down and cried.
‘Come, there’s
no use in crying like that!’ said Alice to her- self
rather sharply. ‘I advise you to leave off this minute!’ She generally gave
herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes
she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she
remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of
croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond
of pretending to be two people. ‘But it’s no use now,’ thought poor Alice, ‘to
pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable
person.’
Soon her eye
fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and
found in it a very small cake, on which the words ‘EAT ME’* were beautifully
marked in currants. ‘Well, I’ll eat it,’ said Alice, ‘and if it makes me grow larger,
I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the
door: so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’t care which happens!’
She ate a little
bit, and said anxiously to herself ‘Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on
the top of her head to feel which way it was growing; and she was quite
surprised to find that she remained the same size. To be sure, this is what
generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of
expecting nothing but out-of-theway things to happen, that it seemed quite dull
and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
So she set to
work, and very soon finished off the cake.
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