S3 E17 Enter the Mock Turtle in Chapter 9 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

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Good evening and welcome to the Comforting Voice podcast. I'm your host, Shasta Ray, and I'm joined in the studio tonight by Murray and Baxter the Cockatiels. They're over on the play stand. Murray's already been getting into trouble. He's circled back around to the food, so not sure what tonight holds. We'll see how it goes. How are you? How's your week been? Are you ready for the weekend? Oh my goodness, my week has been crazy. Everyone I know has had a crazy week. I'm sure you've had somewhat of a crazy week, or some of you have had a crazy week. So let's kick back and relax and have some story time. Okay, so this is where you're gonna kick back, settle in, get cozy, get comfortable. If you're gonna fall asleep, if you're going to bed for the night, have everything at your fingertips that you need. If you're just gonna relax for a while, same goes for you too. Have everything you need. Bottle of water, extra socks, and get that pillow all mushed up and pushed into the right shape so you're comfortable. And when you're ready, give yourself a really good productive stretch, just like we talked about in the last episode. Really reach into your muscles, into your fingers, into your toes, through your arms, legs, and then release that stretch. Oh my gosh, it feels amazing. Don't eat that. What are you doing? And when you're ready, take two or three good deep slow breaths of air. You're gonna wanna inhale to about the count of four, hold it to about the count of four, and then exhale slower, about the count of six, and you're gonna be ready to really nod off, relax, let go of tension you already have, and let go of stress. You're just you're set, you're ready. I think I'm set and ready. I know Murray and Baxter are set and ready for something. Let's see what they get into. They've already been trouble. Okay, so through the magic of audio editing, Murray and Baxter are now upstairs in the birdroom, and we are joined in the studio now by Emmy the Minimicaw, who is eating Murray and Baxter's snacks. I suddenly had two little cockatiels clinging to me, and Murray was trying to eat my mouse pad, and Baxter found a dead bug. I it was just I had to take him upstairs. So here we are. We're gonna try this again, and um I think Emmy is gonna be a little bit less dramatic. She's at least enjoying the snacks. You'll probably hear her crunching. We'll call it ASMR. So we have been reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, and tonight we are reading chapter nine The Mock Turtles Story. You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing, said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice's and they walked off together. Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and she thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen. When I'm a Duchess, she said to herself, not in a very hopeful tone though, I won't have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without. Maybe it's always pepper that makes people hot tempered. She went on very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, and vinegar that makes them sour, and chamomile that makes them bitter, and barley sugar and such things that make children sweet tempered. I only wish people knew that. Then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know. She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit. Perhaps there isn't one, Alice ventured to remark. Tut, child, said the Duchess, everything's got a moral, if only you can find it. And she squeezed herself up closer to Alice's side as she spoke. Alice did not much like keeping so close to her, first because the Duchess was very ugly, and secondly because she was exactly the right height to rest her chin upon Alice's shoulder, and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin. However, she did not like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she could. The game's going on rather better now, she said, by way of keeping up the conversation a little. 'Tis so, said the Duchess, and the moral of that is oh 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round. Somebody said, Alice whispered, that it's done by everybody minding their own business. Ah, well it means the same thing. And the Duchess digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added, And the moral of that is take care of the scents and the sounds will take care of themselves. How fond she is of finding morals in things, Alice thought to herself. I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm around your waist, the Duchess said after a pause. The reason is that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment? He might bite, Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried. Very true, said the Duchess. Flamingos and mustard both bite, and the moral of that is birds of a feather flock together. Only mustard isn't a bird, Alice remarked. Right as usual, said the Duchess. And what a clear way you have of putting things. It's a mineral, I think, said Alice. Of course it is, said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree with everything that Alice said. There's a large mustard mine near here, and the moral of that is the more there is of mine, the less there is of yours. Oh I know, exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to the last remark. It's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it is. I quite agree with you, said the Duchess. And the moral of that is be what you would seem to be. Or, if you'd like it put more simply, never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others, that what you were or might have been, was not otherwise, than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. I think I should understand that better, Alice said very politely, if it had been written down, but I can't quite follow it as you say it. That's nothing to what I could say if I chose, the Duchess replied in a pleased tone. Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that, said Alice. Oh, don't talk about trouble, said the Duchess. I make you a present of everything I've said as yet. A cheap sort of present, thought Alice. But I'm glad they don't give birthday presents like that. But she did not venture to say that out loud. Thinking again? The Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp little chin. I've got a right to think, said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel a little worried. Just about as much right, said the Duchess, as pigs have to fly, and the but here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even in the middle of her favourite word moral. And the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm. A fine day, your Majesty, the Duchess began in a low weak voice. Now I give you fair warning, shouted the Queen, stamping on the ground as she spoke. Either you or your head must be off, and that in about half no time. Take your choice. The Duchess took her choice and was gone in about a moment. Let's go on with the game, the Queen said to Alice, and Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the croquet ground. The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence and were resting in the shade. However, the moment they saw her, they hurried back into the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment's delay would cost them their lives. All the time they were playing, the queen never left off quarrelling with the other players and shouting off with his head or off with her head. Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour or so there were no arches left, and all the players, except the king, queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of execution. Then the queen left off quite out of breath and said to Alice, have you seen the mock turtle yet? No, said Alice. I don't even know what a mock turtle is. It's the thing that mock turtle soup is made from, said the queen. I never saw one or heard of one, said Alice. Come on, then, said the Queen, and he shall tell you a story. As they walked off together, Alice heard the king say in a low voice to the company generally, You are all pardoned. Oh, that's a good thing, she said to herself, for she had felt quite unhappy at the number of executions the queen had ordered. They very soon came upon a griffin lying fast asleep in the sun, and if you don't know what a griffin is, you should look up a picture of one. Up, lazy thing, said the queen. And take this young lady to see the mock turtle, and hear his story. I must go back and see some executions I've ordered. And she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the griffin. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage queen. So she waited. The griffin sat up and rubbed its eyes, then it watched the queen till she was out of sight. Then it chuckled. What fun? said the griffin, half to itself and half to Alice. What is the fun? said Alice. Why she, said the Griffin. It's all her fancy that they never executes nobody, you know. Come on. Everybody says come on here, thought Alice, as she went slowly after it. I never was so ordered about in all my life, never. They had not gone far before they saw the mock turtle in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. What is his sorrow? she asked the griffin, and the griffin answered very nearly in the same words as before. It's all as fancy that. He hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on. So they went up to the mock turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears, but said nothing. This here young lady, said the griffin, she wants to know for your story she do. I'll tell it to her, said the mock turtle in a deep hollow tone. Sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished. So they sat down and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself, I don't see how he can ever finish if he doesn't begin. But she waited patiently. Once said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, I was a real turtle. These words were followed by a very long silence broken only by an occasional exclamation of from the griffin, and the constant heavy sobbing of the mock turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying thank you, sir, for your interesting story, but she could not help thinking there must be more to come, so she sat still and said nothing. When we were little, the mock turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then. We went to school in the sea. The master was an old turtle. We used to call him tortoise. Why did you call him tortoise if he wasn't one? Alice asked. We called him tortoise because he taught us, said the Mock Turtle angrily. You really are dull. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question, added the Griffin. And then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Griffin said to the mock turtle, Drive on, old fellow, don't be all day about it. And he went on in these words. Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you may not believe it. I never said I didn't, interrupted Alice. You did, said the Mock Turtle. Hold your tongue, added the Griffin before Alice could speak again. The mock turtle went on. We had the best of educations, in fact, we went to school every day. I've been to day school too, said Alice. You needn't be so proud as all that. With extras? asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously. Yes, said Alice. We learned French and music. And washing? said the Mock Turtle. Certainly not, said Alice indignantly. Ah, then yours wasn't a really good school, said the Mock Turtle in a tone of great relief. Now at ours, they had at the end of the bill French, music, and washing extra. You couldn't have wanted it much, said Alice, living at the bottom of the sea. I couldn't afford to learn it, said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. I only took the regular course. What was that? inquired Alice. Reeling and writhing, of course, to begin with, the Mock Turtle replied. And then the different branches of arithmetic ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision. I never heard of uglification, Alice ventured to say. What is that? The griffin lifted up both its paws in surprise. What? Never heard of uglifying, it exclaimed. You know what to beautify is, I suppose. Yes, said Alice doubtfully. It means to make anything prettier. Well, then, the griffin went on, if you don't know what to ugly is, you are a simpleton. Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle and said, What else did you learn? Well, there was mystery, the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers. Mystery ancient and modern with physiography, then drawling. The drawing master was an old conjure eel that used to come once a week. He taught us drawing, sketching, and fainting and coils. What was that like? said Alice. Well I can't show it to your myself, the Mock Turtle said. I'm too stiff, and the Griffin never learnt it. Hadn't time, said the Griffin. I went to the classics master, though, and he was an old crab he was. I never went to him, the Mock Turtle said with a sigh. He taught laughing and grief, they used to say. So he did, so he did, said the griffin, sighing in his turn, and both creatures hid their faces in their paws. And how many hours a day did you do lessons? said Alice in a hurry to change the subject. Ten hours the first day, said the Mock Turtle. Nine the next, and so on. What a curious plan, exclaimed Alice. That's the reason they're called lessons, the Griffin remarked. It's because they lessen from day to day. This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little before she made her next remark. And then the eleventh day must have been a holiday? Of course it was, said the mock turtle. And how did you manage on the twelfth? Alice went on eagerly. That's enough about lessons, the Griffin interrupted in a decided tone. Tell her something about the games now. Okay, well things just get stranger and stranger in Wonderland. I hope you're sound asleep. I hope you had fun if you stayed awake. And I checked the email today. It looks like Lawn has been a busy bee sending in all kinds of clips, so it looks like we're set for content for Tuesdays for quite some time as it stands. So I guess I'll talk to you Tuesday. I hope you have a fantastic weekend, and until we hang out again, sleep tight, good night, and bye bye.