(im inneren des festsaals)
‘do you know, i’ve had such a quant*ty of poetry
repeated to me to-day,’
alice began, […] ‘and it’s a very curious thing,
i think – every poem was
about fishes in some way.
do you know why they’re so fond of fishes,
all about here?’
she spoke to the red queen,
whose answer was a little wide of the mark.
‘as to fishes,’ she said […],
‘her white majesty knows a lovely riddle – all in poetry –
all about fishes. shall she repeat it?’
[…] ‘please do,’ alice said very politely.
the white queen laughed with delight,
and stroked alice’s cheek.
then she began: