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. 🔊 At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears
running down his cheeks, he went on again:-- 🔊
‘You may not have lived much under the sea--’ (‘I haven’t,’ said
Alice)--‘and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster--’ 🔊
(Alice began to say ‘I once tasted--’ but checked herself hastily, and
said ‘No, never’) ‘--so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a
‘No, indeed,’ said Alice. ‘What sort of a dance is it?’ 🔊