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Honestly, I don’t remember the story of Alice in Wonderland,
so this is all a bit of a surprise. I
thought this was the story where the captain had to fight the great White
Whale, and then later Alice wore a scarlet A for “Alice.” But I might be thinking of another tale.
So what
to do in a world without latitude, longetude, and where the antipodians are not
folk from Australia but actually Clockwork Heretics?
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Jòyim párs qlòyan exhing.
Ijhetlhayùpwar xekhyaxoptayájheiyàmpein qìfhis?
– Pajèfhalës pú xhyeixhroas khleî xhrir jhùngta xhrir khleîl
tlhemíwa péyatser ó poa – pajexhàfhepel thweupíyai. – Xepfhiyithniyùfhyoa fhafhtoiyùpwar qir
Piifharúkekh púxhli. Pei pfhu
penxhiyétyai pú! Tijhwayàlwos tìjhwa
khmo xixakoayùtya qir xhmèjhetlhe kei pajèqrito pú. –
Down, down, down she went.
Would the fall never end itself?
“I wonder how many thousands of paces and miles perchance I’ve fallen,
rushing, by this time,” the maiden chanted aloud. – Surely I am going somewhere nigh the heart
of the Ocean of Musick, though I did not set out to. I must contemplate what I just chanted. Those would
be hypothetical myriads upon myriads of hexagonal leagues down, I think.
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Eiqhorfhòmpiin tlhotlho khménùlkha kúl fhòqru pfhu poa qìr
xhré xhré teiqhafhriêyatser fhòqlan túrnanùjhwa kúxhrejoring tsena koaqing
tànti’ Alixhlinyeyèpyer pejor tqeqopaingana khyúrlulkhayampèlaxúng péyeilwai
qoe jhpuîxama teiqhathaltùyatlhui kexhing pejor ól khnón kus qhìthnaing
exhexhrejoring xeméqyeu plàqa’ eiyeilwai qoe pajetsaqnelóngeyùngpu kexhing.
For, ‘tis inferred, that Alixhlìnye had learnt such several
things or such important things of this sort in her lessons given by her tutor
slaves in the classroom, but, on the one hand, though this time was not a very
good opportunity for her to be a popinjay with her knowledge, as here was no
one listening to her, on the other hand ‘twas elegant praxis for her to save it
again.
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– Khriîrsqo qhae pintroyùlkha tàwana pfhu kei yepyer
fhalesoîpil eixhrejor pú’ atísiyájheiyìnwi fheil aqhesqaniyiyájheiyìnwi pú. –
Tlheîrkhamat atqurayòjhwa’ atísiyujhwayàjhwent fheil xhrir aqhesqaniyiyàjhwen
Alixhlìnye sae quja pajetòngta kexhing quja fhaên qràta kekei
fhaplinamatèxhyeu.
“Yes, those are approximately the right distances, but now I
wonder whether I go starboard or larboard.”
Alixhlìnye lacked ideas concerning starboardness or larboardness, but
she thought they were grand words to say.
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Tupelónge tefhayaxhmìkhaxúng tingpinànya kexhexhnixing. – Fhàlës eixhrejor pó
tlhijhweqheyájheiyaîpoin qir xhloayìxhna Saràntro xhroe pó. Popaingate kàngqi kàngqi xhroe’ ei
pathaikèyatser xhnir ànye tsàtsu’ opèrnuqei qir xhmèjhetlhe’ óxing poa. Ei’ Enyéxhe kus jhàlyo kú pajejhùmpi’ ó poa.
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Presently she began to engage in logic again. “I wonder whether I am dearly fated to fall
completely through the Mortal Realms.
How funny it will seem to be, when, perhaps, I am the one to arrive
among folk who walk with their heads or faces down. ‘Tis the Perischii they are called, I may
opine.”
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Tlhenújoyènxhur wtsaîlruxing pejor ól khnón khlieluyètyikh
pé se pejor popaingana tyeîqha xhroe khiê pfhu teiqhaqhamlàsatser
keisuring. – Xhnoet
tlhiepajekhwokulétyai kúxhmi pú keis keis khnànxhixing tlhir xhwaêkh qui.
She was rather gladsome, since there was no one listening at
this time, since it did not seem to be the right word in its sound. “However, I must ask them whatever is the
name of their distant countries, I feel.
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PétsìTeteim jhpaxatanùjhwu xaxhlàyaloi fheil
Jhwíjoyailraikhùjhwu qir Ojùxhmoir Qlaêkh poâyories? – Xhnoet xhweníketlhang jhpér xhnir
xhmiîyeqhe. Wthuptàyaxúng wthùpta
theqnòyatser khìthyu xhnir pwisapfhelínge qir fhàxhri? Khyitsokhwumatájhei qoqneqhèyejikhh khìthyu’
óxhni? – Pajetsèpre kú fhìmfhama khyaôt
khyaôt jakhàkhejait. Xhémuyùkhwu’ ó poa
xhyéjàratser. Okeuyènyeu khúl
pyápepèlapar pfhu yenye púxhli. –
Honored, agèd Grandmother, please, is this place the
southron wasteland or the Crimson Moons of the Clockwork Heresy?” And, as she spake, she tried to bow deeply as
one does when greeting elders. Can one
bow or not, in the ettiquette of bowing, as one falls through the cold
air? Can one manage to bow in
courtesy? “What a barbarious, frivolous
lass they will think me to be, as I ask.
Alas, one may be shamed to ask.
Perchance I shall see the names written somewhere.”
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Jhárs khwòyim xhwòyan exhing. Khenuîjhepa khángtayexhyeuyàjhwen khnón kho
xhlothelóngeyùngpu khwùnaqhi xhnir Alixhlìnye.
– Khlùngtamat khrúju qìr xhmé khyi púxhrejor tsenaqhìqra se yengutt
Twàtsayant pajepènxho pú! –
Down, down, down she went.
He had no other thing to do, so Alixhlìnye soon began talking
again. “Struggles shall miss me very
much this twilight, I think.”
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Fhenísya pfhaûlefhil Twàtsa.
– Sèpopa’ eixhrejor pú pajekhmému keku khnieyàrnumi pajèkhlaxei
khmamlayùtya qir pràta póyoiyàswaor kekuyan.
Xá Twàtsa kùlta! Pajefhyilqelónge
pú xhmejhetlhèyipoa púyuqeisa túxing.
Struggles was the kittie cat. “I hope they remember to bring
her bowl of flower milk at dinner time.
Oh dearest Struggles! I wish you
were down here, in fact, with me.
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Khnólu tsìstetsi quja fhósaloi
tseu kayaqhayèqras tlhemékhayùpwar túyan quja yepyer fhoreikayèmpai
tsistetsiyòlkhaxing kei tlhotlho. Eiqhorpajèfhalës pú jáxeyájhei tsitqayòlkha
tlhemékha pfho xhlir pfhaûlefha? –
Verily verily there are no
feathered mice in the cold air, I believe, but you may set out to catch a
clockwork·eating bat, and that very much resembles a feathered mouse, it seems. However, I wonder, in general, do cats eat
clockwork·eating bats, by chance?”
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Xhnoet
thyausamayepleisoipilènxhur Alixhlìnye pejor éjar pónexhmi púrepakh jeîqha
xhroe’ éta xhroa – Jáxeyájhei xétòlkha tlhemékha pfho pfhaûlefha ser? Jáxeyájhei xethayòlkha tlhemékha pfho
pfhaûlefha sae? – Fhalesàxhnant pajetsiwonìyaxing – Jáxeyájhei pwílamòlkha
pfhaûlefha pfho xhlir tlhemékha? –
Qhèsaqha tlhotlho prèti fhoâyepakh kexhexhnisuring. Pajèswao kexhing keixhloas xhloên sárka kòmla
tlhir wthawetlhetsaîlru.
And now Alixhlìnye began to get
rather drowsy as she speak to herself, in words of the manner of dreams, “Do
cats chance to eat vampire bats in general?
By chance, do cats eat vampire bats?”
Sometimes she spoke and wondered, “Do vampire bats eat some birds or
other?” It may see that she could not
answer the questions. She thought she
was indifferent as to how she asked.
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Plàka qléngejikhàjhwen
kexhingepyer tsùtha pei xhlir pajetlhimùyuxing àni xhnir khwùlqu khyaqhoyoâqen
xhnoipe khetyakòtisi Twatsayòntet exhing ker xhelejeufhepyuliîning xhwàqhunoi
khwèrara sae kekeixhmi’ – ÁnyàrTwatsa’ ás tlhatlhànyi jhwí púxhmi
túyaning. Ètlha khréxhye yingpeningpen
tlhemékhayùpwar túxhlixing? –
She experienced that she was
dozing, and she began to dream of this, dreaming that she and Struggles were
walking, clasping each others hands, as she was saying to her with an earnest
voice, “Loved Struggles, be it that you confess the truth to me. Have you e'er, by chance, eaten a clockwork·eating
bat?”
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Thùngqu thwákh thùngqu’ ei! Jhárs jhamliyùnwung xhmiqhitoyaîtlhoxing
stopayotyayònet lwakhàxhana tlhérs kexhingaiqhor páyayot ìjhetlha.
Thunk! Thwack!
Thunk! Down she came, suddenly
crashing against a rick of sticks and try leaves off of trees, and the fall was
dumfungled.
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Obviously
if Alixhlìnye thinks she’s going to the Clockwork Heresy, and she makes a joke
about her kitten catching a clockwork·consuming bat, she’s making some sort of
political satire. We’re going deep into
this jackalope hole.
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