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    Arpi in Wonderland: Alice in Wonderland for Boys
    Arpi in Wonderland: Alice in Wonderland for Boys
    Arpi in Wonderland: Alice in Wonderland for Boys
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    Arpi in Wonderland: Alice in Wonderland for Boys

    By Lewis Carroll

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    This collector's edition is cleanly formatted for easy reading. Arpi in Wonderland is Alice in Wonderland for boys, with the main character being male (Arpi), and the main character pronoun and references changed to male. Everything else is the same as the original.This is intended to increase enthusiasm among boys to read and relate to this timeless classic. It tells the story of a boy named Arpi who falls through a rabbit hole into a fantasy world full of unusual and peculiar creatures. The tale plays with logic and words which has given the story a lasting popularity. It is the most memorable example of the literary nonsense genre and, due to its unforgettable narrative, characters and imagery, it remains influential in both popular culture and literature. Lewis Carroll's masterpiece has inspired and entertained adults and children the world over and will continue to do so for centuries to come. "It leaves the reader with a new set of eyes and ears, and with enhanced imagination and joy." - Maggie Pagratis
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMagdalene Press
    Release dateDec 7, 2017
    ISBN9781773350370
    Arpi in Wonderland: Alice in Wonderland for Boys
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    Lewis Carroll

    Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland has delighted and entranced children for over a hundred years. Lewis Carroll was the pen-name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Born in 1832, he studied at Christ Church College, Oxford where he became a mathematics lecturer. The Alice stories were originally written for Alice Liddell, the daughter of the dean of his college

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      Arpi in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

      Arpi in

      Wonderland

      Alice in Wonderland for Boys

      By Lewis Carroll

      MAGDALENE PRESS

      Arpi in Wonderland

      By Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

      First published in 1865

      ISBN 978-1-77335-037-0

      Creative Content Copyright © Magdalene Press, 2017

      https://archive.org/details/caralic

      Magdalene Press, 2017

      Chapter 1

      Down the Rabbit-Hole

      Arpi was beginning to get very tired of sitting by his sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice he had peeped into the book his sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Arpi ‘without pictures or conversations?’

      So he was considering in his own mind (as well as he could, for the hot day made him 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 him.

      There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Arpi think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when he thought it over afterwards, it occurred to him that he 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, Arpi started to his feet, for it flashed across his mind that he had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, he ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

      In another moment down went Arpi after it, never once considering how in the world he 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 Arpi had not a moment to think about stopping himself before he found himself falling down a very deep well.

      Either the well was very deep, or he fell very slowly, for he had plenty of time as he went down to look about him and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, he tried to look down and make out what he was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then he looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there he saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. He took down a jar from one of the shelves as he passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to his great disappointment it was empty: he did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as he fell past it.

      ‘Well!’ thought Arpi to himself, ‘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?’ he 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, Arpi had learnt several things of this sort in his lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off his knowledge, as there was no one to listen to him, 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?’ (Arpi had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

      Presently he 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 downward! The Antipathies, I think—’ (he 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 he tried to curtsey as he spoke—fancy curtseying as you’re falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little boy 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 Arpi soon began talking again. ‘Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!’ (Dinah was the cat.) ‘I hope they’ll remember his 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 Arpi began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to himself, in a dreamy sort of way, ‘Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and sometimes, ‘Do bats eat cats?’ for, you see, as he couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way he put it. He felt that he was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that he was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to him very earnestly, ‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?’ when suddenly, thump! thump! down he came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.

      Arpi was not a bit hurt, and he jumped up on to his feet in a moment: he looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before him 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 Arpi 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!’ He was close behind it when he turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: he found himself 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 Arpi had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, he walked sadly down the middle, wondering how he was ever to get out again.

      Suddenly he came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Arpi’s first thought was that it 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, he came upon a low curtain he had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: he tried the little golden key in the lock, and to his great delight it fitted!

      Arpi opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: he knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How he longed to get out of that

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