alice.html

用Dynamic C写的http程序

when they liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know
when the race was over. However, when they had been running half an hour or so,
and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called out 'The race is over!' and
they all crowded round it, panting, and asking, 'But who has won?'
<P>
<P>This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and
it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position
in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest
waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, '<I>everybody</I> has won, and
<I>all</I> must have prizes.'
<P>
<P>'But who is to give the prizes?' quite a chorus of voices asked.
<P>
<P>'Why, <I>she</I>, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one
finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused
way, 'Prizes! Prizes!'
<P>
<P>Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her pocket,
and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt water had not got into it),
and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly one a-piece all round.
<P>
<P>'But she must have a prize herself, you know,' said the Mouse.
<P>
<P>'Of course,' the Dodo replied very gravely. 'What else have you got in your
pocket?' he went on, turning to Alice.
<P>
<P>'Only a thimble,' said Alice sadly.
<P>
<P>'Hand it over here,' said the Dodo.
<P>
<P>Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly presented
the thimble, saying 'We beg your acceptance of this elegant thimble'; and, when
it had finished this short speech, they all cheered.
<P>
<P>Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that
she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything to say, she
simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could.
<P>
<P>The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise and confusion,
as the large birds complained that they could not taste theirs, and the small
ones choked and had to be patted on the back. However, it was over at last, and
they sat down again in a ring, and begged the Mouse to tell them something more.
<P>
<P>'You promised to tell me your history, you know,' said Alice, 'and why it is
you hate--C and D,' she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be
offended again.
<P>
<P>'Mine is a long and a sad tale!' said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and
sighing.
<P>
<P>'It IS a long tail, certainly,' said Alice, looking down with wonder at the
Mouse's tail; 'but why do you call it sad?' And she kept on puzzling about it
while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like
this:--
<P>
<P>'Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, "Let us both go to law: I
will prosecute <I>you</I>. --Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial:
For really this morning I've nothing to do." Said the mouse to the cur, "Such a
trial, dear Sir,With no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath." "I'll be
judge, I'll be jury," said cunning old Fury:"I'll try the whole cause, and
condemn you to death."'
<P>
<P>'You are not attending!' said the Mouse to Alice severely. 'What are you
thinking of?'
<P>
<P>'I beg your pardon,' said Alice very humbly: 'you had got to the fifth bend,
I think?'
<P>
<P>'I had <I>not</I>!' cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily.
<P>
<P>'A knot!' said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and looking
anxiously about her. 'Oh, do let me help to undo it!'
<P>
<P>'I shall do nothing of the sort,' said the Mouse, getting up and walking
away. 'You insult me by talking such nonsense!'
<P>
<P>'I didn't mean it!' pleaded poor Alice. 'But you're so easily offended, you
know!'
<P>
<P>The Mouse only growled in reply.
<P>
<P>'Please come back and finish your story!' Alice called after it; and the
others all joined in chorus, 'Yes, please do!' but the Mouse only shook its head
impatiently, and walked a little quicker.
<P>
<P>'What a pity it wouldn't stay!' sighed the Lory, as soon as it was quite out
of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of saying to her daughter 'Ah, my
dear! Let this be a lesson to you never to lose <I>your</I> temper!' 'Hold your
tongue, Ma!' said the young Crab, a little snappishly. 'You're enough to try the
patience of an oyster!'
<P>
<P>'I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!' said Alice aloud, addressing
nobody in particular. 'She'd soon fetch it back!'
<P>
<P>'And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?' said the Lory.
<P>
<P>Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet:
'Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching mice you can't
think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds! Why, she'll eat a
little bird as soon as look at it!'
<P>
<P>This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the birds
hurried off at once: one old Magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully,
remarking, 'I really must be getting home; the night-air doesn't suit my
throat!' and a Canary called out in a trembling voice to its children, 'Come
away, my dears! It's high time you were all in bed!' On various pretexts they
all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone.
<P>
<P>'I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!' she said to herself in a melancholy tone.
'Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I'm sure she's the best cat in the
world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever see you any more!' And here
poor Alice began to cry again, for she felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a
little while, however, she again heard a little pattering of footsteps in the
distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had changed his
mind, and was coming back to finish his story.
<P>
<P>
<HR>

<H3 align=center>CHAPTER IV</H3>
<P>
<H3 align=center>The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill</H3>
<P>It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously
about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to
itself 'The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers!
She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where <I>can</I> I have
dropped them, I wonder?' Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the
fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began hunting
about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen--everything seemed to have
changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and
the little door, had vanished completely.
<P>
<P>Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and called out
to her in an angry tone, 'Why, Mary Ann, what <I>are</I> you doing out here? Run
home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!' And
Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once in the direction it
pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.
<P>
<P>'He took me for his housemaid,' she said to herself as she ran. 'How
surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better take him his fan
and gloves--that is, if I can find them.' As she said this, she came upon a neat
little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name 'W.
RABBIT' engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in
great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the
house before she had found the fan and gloves.
<P>
<P>'How queer it seems,' Alice said to herself, 'to be going messages for a
rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on messages next!' And she began
fancying the sort of thing that would happen: '"Miss Alice! Come here directly,
and get ready for your walk!" "Coming in a minute, nurse! But I've got to see
that the mouse doesn't get out." Only I don't think,' Alice went on, 'that
they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that!'
<P>
<P>By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in
the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny
white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just
going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near
the looking- glass. There was no label this time with the words 'DRINK ME,' but
nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. 'I know <I>something</I>
interesting is sure to happen,' she said to herself, 'whenever I eat or drink
anything; so I'll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it'll make me grow
large again, for really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!'
<P>
<P>It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk
half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to
stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle,
saying to herself 'That's quite enough--I hope I shan't grow any more--As it is,
I can't get out at the door--I do wish I hadn't drunk quite so much!'
<P>
<P>Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, and
very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even
room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the
door, and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and,
as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the
chimney, and said to herself 'Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What
<I>will</I> become of me?'
<P>
<P>Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and
she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be
no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt
unhappy.
<P>
<P>'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one wasn't always
growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I
almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--it's rather
curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what <I>can</I> have happened
to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never
happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book
written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one--but I'm
grown up now,' she added in a sorrowful tone; 'at least there's no room to grow
up any more <I>here</I>.'
<P>
<P>'But then,' thought Alice, 'shall I <I>never</I> get any older than I am now?
That'll be a comfort, one way--never to be an old woman-- but then--always to
have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like <I>that</I>!'
<P>
<P>'Oh, you foolish Alice!' she answered herself. 'How can you learn lessons in
here? Why, there's hardly room for yo<I></I>u, and no room at all for any
lesson-books!'
<P>
<P>And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making
quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice
outside, and stopped to listen.
<P>
<P>'Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. 'Fetch me my gloves this moment!' Then
came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was the Rabbit
coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house, quite
forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and
had no reason to be afraid of it.
<P>
<P>Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as the
door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow was pressed hard against it, that attempt
proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself 'Then I'll go round and get in at
the window.'
<P>
<P>'<I>That</I> you won't' thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied
she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her hand,
and made a snatch in the air. She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a
little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded
that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of
the sort.
<P>
<P>Next came an angry voice--the Rabbit's--'Pat! Pat! Where are you?' And then a
voice she had never heard before, 'Sure then I'm here! Digging for apples, yer
honour!'
<P>
<P>'Digging for apples, indeed!' said the Rabbit angrily. 'Here! Come and help
me out of <I>this</I>!' (Sounds of more broken glass.)
<P>
<P>'Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?'
<P>
<P>'Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!' (He pronounced it 'arrum.')
<P>
<P>'An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole
window!'
<P>
<P>'Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for all that.'
<P>
<P>'Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!'
<P>