  
CHAPTER V 

Advice from a Caterpillar 


The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in 
silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its 
mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. 

`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar. 

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice 
replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- 
at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think 
I must have been changed several times since then.' 

`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 
`Explain yourself!' 

`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because 
I'm not myself, you see.' 

`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar. 

`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very 
politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and 
being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.' 

`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar. 

`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but 
when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you 
know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll 
feel it a little queer, won't you?' 

`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar. 

`Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; 
`all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.' 

`You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?' 

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the 
conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's 
making such VERY short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, 
very gravely, `I think, you ought to tell me who YOU are, first.' 

`Why?' said the Caterpillar. 

Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not 
think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in 
a VERY unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. 

`Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. `I've something 
important to say!' 

This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back 
again. 

`Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar. 

`Is that all?' said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as 
she could. 

`No,' said the Caterpillar. 

Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else 
to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth 
hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but 
at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth 
again, and said, `So you think you're changed, do you?' 

`I'm afraid I am, sir,' said Alice; `I can't remember things as 
I used--and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes together!' 

`Can't remember WHAT things?' said the Caterpillar. 

`Well, I've tried to say "HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE," but it 
all came different!' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. 

`Repeat, "YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM,"' said the Caterpillar. 

Alice folded her hands, and began:-- 

`You are old, Father William,' the young man said, 
`And your hair has become very white; 
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- 
Do you think, at your age, it is right?' 

`In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, 
`I feared it might injure the brain; 
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, 
Why, I do it again and again.' 

`You are old,' said the youth, `as I mentioned before, 
And have grown most uncommonly fat; 
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-- 
Pray, what is the reason of that?' 

`In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, 
`I kept all my limbs very supple 
By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- 
Allow me to sell you a couple?' 

`You are old,' said the youth, `and your jaws are too weak 
For anything tougher than suet; 
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-- 
Pray how did you manage to do it?' 

`In my youth,' said his father, `I took to the law, 
And argued each case with my wife; 
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, 
Has lasted the rest of my life.' 

`You are old,' said the youth, `one would hardly suppose 
That your eye was as steady as ever; 
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- 
What made you so awfully clever?' 

`I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' 
Said his father; `don't give yourself airs! 
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? 
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!' 


`That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar. 

`Not QUITE right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; `some of the 
words have got altered.' 

`It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar 
decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes. 

The Caterpillar was the first to speak. 

`What size do you want to be?' it asked. 

`Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; 
`only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.' 

`I DON'T know,' said the Caterpillar. 

Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in 
her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper. 

`Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar. 

`Well, I should like to be a LITTLE larger, sir, if you 
wouldn't mind,' said Alice: `three inches is such a wretched 
height to be.' 

`It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar 
angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three 
inches high). 

`But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. 
And she thought of herself, `I wish the creatures wouldn't be so 
easily offended!' 

`You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it 
put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again. 

This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. 
In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its 
mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got 
down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely 
remarking as it went, `One side will make you grow taller, and 
the other side will make you grow shorter.' 

`One side of WHAT? The other side of WHAT?' thought Alice to 
herself. 

`Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had 
asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight. 

Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a 
minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as 
it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. 
However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they 
would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. 

`And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a 
little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment 
she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her 
foot! 

She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but 
she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking 
rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. 
Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was 
hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and 
managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit. 


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`Come, my head's free at last!' said Alice in a tone of 
delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she 
found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could 
see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which 
seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay 
far below her. 

`What CAN all that green stuff be?' said Alice. `And where 
HAVE my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I 
can't see you?' She was moving them about as she spoke, but no 
result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the 
distant green leaves. 

As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her 
head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted 
to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, 
like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a 
graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which 
she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she 
had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a 
hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating 
her violently with its wings. 

`Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon. 

`I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. `Let me alone!' 

`Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more 
subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, `I've tried every 
way, and nothing seems to suit them!' 

`I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said 
Alice. 

`I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've 
tried hedges,' the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; `but 
those serpents! There's no pleasing them!' 

Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no 
use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished. 

`As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,' said the 
Pigeon; `but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and 
day! Why, I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!' 

`I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,' said Alice, who was 
beginning to see its meaning. 

`And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood,' continued 
the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, `and just as I was 
thinking I should be free of them at last, they must needs come 
wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!' 

`But I'm NOT a serpent, I tell you!' said Alice. `I'm a--I'm 
a--' 

`Well! WHAT are you?' said the Pigeon. `I can see you're 
trying to invent something!' 

`I--I'm a little girl,' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she 
remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day. 

`A likely story indeed!' said the Pigeon in a tone of the 
deepest contempt. `I've seen a good many little girls in my 
time, but never ONE with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a 
serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be 
telling me next that you never tasted an egg!' 

`I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very 
truthful child; `but little girls eat eggs quite as much as 
serpents do, you know.' 

`I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; `but if they do, why 
then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.' 

This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent 
for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of 
adding, `You're looking for eggs, I know THAT well enough; and 
what does it matter to me whether you're a little girl or a 
serpent?' 

`It matters a good deal to ME,' said Alice hastily; `but I'm 
not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't 
want YOURS: I don't like them raw.' 

`Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it 
settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the 
trees as well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled 
among the branches, and every now and then she had to stop and 
untwist it. After a while she remembered that she still held the 
pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very 
carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and 
growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had 
succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height. 

It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, 
that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a 
few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. `Come, 
there's half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes 
are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to 
another! However, I've got back to my right size: the next 
thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how IS that to be 
done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an 
open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. 
`Whoever lives there,' thought Alice, `it'll never do to come 
upon them THIS size: why, I should frighten them out of their 
wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did 
not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself 
down to nine inches high.  
