A Tangled Tale E-Book

Lewis Carroll

• Herausgeber: Lewis Carroll
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

"Goblin, lead them up and down."The ruddy glow of sunset was already fading into the sombre shadows of night, when two travellers might have been observed swiftly—at a pace of six miles in the hour—descending the rugged side of a mountain; the younger bounding from crag to crag with the agility of a fawn, while his companion, whose aged limbs seemed ill at ease in the heavy chain armour habitually worn by tourists in that district, toiled on painfully at his side.As is always the case under such circumstances, the younger knight was the first to break the silence."A goodly pace, I trow!" he exclaimed. "We sped not thus in the ascent!""Goodly, indeed!" the other echoed with a groan. "We clomb it but at three miles in the hour.""And on the dead level our pace is——?" the younger suggested; for he was weak in statistics, and left all such details to his aged companion.

Leseprobe

Lewis Carroll

A Tangled Tale

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Table of contents

PREFACE.

KNOT I.

KNOT II.

KNOT III.

KNOT IV.

KNOT V.

KNOT VI.

KNOT VII.

KNOT VIII.

KNOT IX.

KNOT X.

APPENDIX.

CLASS LIST.

"AT A PACE OF SIX MILES IN THE HOUR."

To My Pupil.Beloved pupil! Tamed by thee,Addish-, Subtrac-, Multiplica-tion,Division, Fractions, Rule of Three,Attest thy deft manipulation!Then onward! Let the voice of FameFrom Age to Age repeat thy story,Till thou hast won thyself a nameExceeding even Euclid's glory!

PREFACE.

This Tale originally appeared as a serial in The Monthly Packet, beginning in April, 1880. The writer's intention was to embody in each Knot (like the medicine so dexterously, but ineffectually, concealed in the jam of our early childhood) one or more mathematical questions—in Arithmetic, Algebra, or Geometry, as the case might be—for the amusement, and possible edification, of the fair readers of that Magazine.L. C.October, 1885.

KNOT I.

EXCELSIOR."Goblin, lead them up and down."The ruddy glow of sunset was already fading into the sombre shadows of night, when two travellers might have been observed swiftly—at a pace of six miles in the hour—descending the rugged side of a mountain; the younger bounding from crag to crag with the agility of a fawn, while his companion, whose aged limbs seemed ill at ease in the heavy chain armour habitually worn by tourists in that district, toiled on painfully at his side.As is always the case under such circumstances, the younger knight was the first to break the silence."A goodly pace, I trow!" he exclaimed. "We sped not thus in the ascent!""Goodly, indeed!" the other echoed with a groan. "We clomb it but at three miles in the hour.""And on the dead level our pace is——?" the younger suggested; for he was weak in statistics, and left all such details to his aged companion."Four miles in the hour," the other wearily replied. "Not an ounce more," he added, with that love of metaphor so common in old age, "and not a farthing less!""'Twas three hours past high noon when we left our hostelry," the young man said, musingly. "We shall scarce be back by supper-time. Perchance mine host will roundly deny us all food!""He will chide our tardy return," was the grave reply, "and such a rebuke will be meet.""A brave conceit!" cried the other, with a merry laugh. "And should we bid him bring us yet another course, I trow his answer will be tart!""We shall but get our deserts," sighed the elder knight, who had never seen a joke in his life, and was somewhat displeased at his companion's untimely levity. "'Twill be nine of the clock," he added in an undertone, "by the time we regain our hostelry. Full many a mile shall we have plodded this day!""How many? How many?" cried the eager youth, ever athirst for knowledge.The old man was silent."Tell me," he answered, after a moment's thought, "what time it was when we stood together on yonder peak. Not exact to the minute!" he added hastily, reading a protest in the young man's face. "An' thy guess be within one poor half-hour of the mark, 'tis all I ask of thy mother's son! Then will I tell thee, true to the last inch, how far we shall have trudged betwixt three and nine of the clock."A groan was the young man's only reply; while his convulsed features and the deep wrinkles that chased each other across his manly brow, revealed the abyss of arithmetical agony into which one chance question had plunged him.

KNOT II.