You know, they found or they seem to have found something near to what they are referring to as God particle. You know this? It's called the Bosun which has a mass which is of a certain significance. If you try to look at the whole universe, you will not see anything. If you just look at an atom intensely enough and if the atom eels to you, then you know how the whole universe is made. Now they are no more talking about atom. They were talking about subatomic particles. Now they are not even talking about that. When two subatomic particles collide, not atoms, when two protons collide, something spills out of that, they want to see that. But when you say I am on the path of yoga, you don't, you are not even interested in the tiny minuscule particle. You want to see the empty space which holds all this in place. That is their desire also, but they kind of given up on it. That's their desire also, that they want to see what is it that's holding all this together. But they don't have, they understand, they are sensible enough to understand with these two eyes, with these senses we can't see it. The only way is to go to the nearest point and see it. The nearest point is as far as away as Timbuktu, you understand? Right now, I don't know if you are interested in these things, but you must know these things. Because it's got a very direct relationship with yogic system. There was a time when scientists believed, they thought, let's say if this is an atom, beginner for you to see, if this is an atom, proton, neutron, electron are all embedded in it like these dots, they thought it was like that. Then by the time you came to high school, they wrote a different picture. They wrote one central circle which contains proton, neutron and electrons are going around like planets in different formats. Yes, you see in those pictures? But now they know it's completely wrong and we have always known it's completely wrong. That's why textbooks never ever interested me because when I look at it, it looked dumb. Today, suppose this is the size of the core of the atom, the electrons are, let's say somewhere approximately a mile away, that's the kind of distance, you understand, within an atom. An atom is not like this. No human being has ever seen an atom, do you know this? Forget about a proton, neutron, electron, nobody has ever witnessed an atom, even in a super electron microscope you cannot see it. In that, there is a housing where proton, neutrons are there and the electrons are about a mile away in comparison, in proportion I'm saying. So what is the maximum substance in this emptiness, isn't it? We always told you the yogic systems always insisted that the microcosm and the macrocosm are made the same way. If you know this piece of life, you will know everything in the universe because that's how it is made. When they say, if you know the way these bosons behave and what they are, they're saying we will know the whole universe, the way the universe was made, we will understand.  In the cosmic space, you are just a boson. So you are as much as a Higgs boson in the universe. If you observe this, if you pay enough attention to this, you would know everything. But if you have not even paid attention to anything around you, paying attention to within you will be out of question.


I'm learning more about different cultural experiences in Milwaukee, and I've started to explore information on aspects of Milwaukee's Latinx community. I've already organized what I know, now I'm going to search the web to build my understanding of this topic. First, let's talk about where search results come from. Google uses algorithms to anticipate what I want to see in my search results. Algorithms, the instructions computer systems use to solve problems and complete tasks, alter the search results I see based on my profile data, like my gender, age, and race, my search history, the device I'm using, and my geographic location. This means that even if we use the same search terms, we're going to get different search results. Additionally, just because a website appears in my first page of search results doesn't mean that it's a good source for my topic. Because of this, I'll need to critically evaluate my search results. Website titles can provide me with alternative search terms I haven't thought of, and they can give me clues about the author, audience, and purpose of a particular search result. Website domains like .com, .edu, .gov, or .org can provide me with information about a site's sponsorship. While a URL ending in .com suggests private funding, a .gov URL means content is usually publicly funded. Website funding won't tell me if a source is credible or good. However, it will provide me with context when identifying a site's creator, intended audience, or purpose. I'm also going to pay attention to the text below each search result. This preview blur will show me how my search terms are used in the context of the website, and it will also give me an idea of the type of content I'm about to view. For example, the title of this website, WHSF slash Mexican Fiesta, suggests there might be a cultural event in my city I could explore. This is further confirmed in the text preview below the search result. Finally, the .org domain of this website suggests that this content is hosted by a not-for-profit organization. Evaluating my search results before linking out has given me a sense for the types of conversations going on around my topic. Now I'm ready to focus my inquiry.


Wow. We're back. I'm not in Village Boy. He's back on YouTube. I don't know what to say because what happened to me can happen to anyone else. Listen, I just want to say thank you. Thank you so much for the love and support. Listen, I saw your messages and I felt like, hey Maya, come down in as well because everyone out there was rooting for me to get this channel back. Even my YouTube strategic partners were all worried like, hey Maya, we're going to try all we can to get this channel back. A big shout out to my strategic partner, Daria. You are amazing man. I think I've stressed her this 48 hours and I don't believe that after this, I need to call her for one hour just to say thank you. I mean, when the channel got hacked, I saw all the assumptions. Some of you were making videos. I saw all the blog posts. Some of you are even my friends.  I was like, what is happening? You see, there's something about me. Even though I have a million subscribers on YouTube, I still don't see myself as the guy who has a million subscribers. I walk any day, any time, anywhere. I don't really care about the numbers. All I care about is I'm here to make an impact. Listen, when my channel got hacked, my phone blew up to the extent that I had to switch off my phone. My phone has actually been off for 48 hours. See, I have not showered for three days because it was just back and forth trying to get this channel back because, you see, this channel means a lot to so many people that I didn't even know. I saw people tagging YouTube everywhere and then I was like, you know what? I have to do all I can to get this back. I've called so many people that their channel has been hacked before and they were telling me that it takes months, weeks, and this is 48 hours to get this channel back. So you have to know that a lot has gone behind the scenes. I want to say thank you so much. I'm not going to come here to tell you what happened. If you ask me what happened, I don't even know because all I saw was that my Gmail has been logged out of my account. So all my account that Gmail is connected to was logged out. And the next thing I saw was somebody on the channel. Believe me or not, I saw somebody saying that I sold the channel to someone else. Are you crazy, man? The wealth of this channel, it's not about money, bro. I mean, it's not about money. It's about lives that I touch with these videos. What happened to me can happen to anyone else. I'm not the first person that the channel has been hacked.  And I've been behind the scenes with YouTube trying to talk to them about these things that are happening. And we all hope that it won't happen again. But stay safe. Keep doing your thing. I'm not saying it's going to happen to you, but keep doing your thing and make sure all your accounts are being protected. I had two verification from Google. I know so many of you are saying, how can a big guy like what am I? It doesn't have two authentication. Is it verification? Two-step verification? I had it. The hackers jumped it. It is what it is. And I don't know what to tell you guys. I just came in here to tell you guys that we're back. And you'll see me again tomorrow. I love you guys. And I'll see you all in the next one. Hey, listen, I lost 3,000 subscribers already. And I know that most of you subscribe because you realize that the channel doesn't belong to me anymore. Do me a favor. Subscribe. I mean, after the channel being hacked, we should take this channel to 2 million, right? And those of you that were blogging, I think we should not wait for negative news before we start blogging about people. I never knew I was this important because I would see myself on TV and I'm like, how? I'll see myself on all the major blogging pages in Ghana. And I'm like, how? I will see myself on every platform. Listen, I think I need to send this message across. You guys need to start blogging about the video I'm going to post tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Because I feel like we should start supporting content creators. I mean, with the content that you do, you shouldn't wait for negative news before you guys start posting. Am I ranting? I wasn't supposed to run, but I felt like it was too much. And to those of you who have been calling me, my phone was switched off, I'm going to switch it on right now. And to all my YouTube subscribers, I love you all. I've seen all the love and support. I don't know what to tell you guys, but all I want to say is that we're back. I mean, do you guys have Saturday and Blacko? Because I want to go to Countryside and see me, yo. How do you sing that song? I'm sorry, man. I'll see you guys in the next one. I don't think I can end this video without saying thank you so much to my wife for being here. You know, you guys won't believe it. I was not crying. I was so positive, but my wife was crying. I actually made an upload a video yesterday. She didn't want to. I was like, don't worry. I mean, let it go. Thank you, babe. Thank you. You're welcome. Guys, it's been really crazy. Yeah. It's been really stressful. I was so concerned. Maya's sister was so concerned. Like, oh my God. We never saw this coming. Did you ever think your channel would be hacked? No, not at all. Yeah. So it came as a shock. The moment I got the news, Maya's sister called me to tell me what's going on with Maya's channel. I was in shock. I go only and I see me across strategy. Some white guy talking.  I tried calling Maya. He's not picking up. I'm calling God. I was on fire. I wanted to go live and blast those people and tell them. And then I was like, hey, what if they get mad and say, eh, we're coming for you? I was like, hey.  But I was so, oh my God. It was tough. Do you feel like YouTube responded to you effectively? I think my strategy partner when it did an amazing job. But YouTube seemed to be taking some time. Yeah, YouTube. Although, given that they surely take even a month to solve such cases, that looks like they tried. Yeah. But I just hope YouTube can add some a bit of emergency to situations like this. Yeah. Because I had to do a lot of calls behind the scenes with all the go-go team that I know. And they all played a major role. But listen, I think, let me tell you guys something. This guy here, hey, why don't you tell him the camera? He thought he's going to lose his job. He thought he's going to lose his job, man. He's like, hey, what's going on? What happened to you, man? What happened to you?  It was a bad news, but I never shaked or anything.  Then we have to go through the process and everything.  So yeah, that's it.  You called him so many times, you never picked. Listen, I know the house is full. Everyone was here showing love and support. What happened, man? It was a frustrating period. I was awake when I saw it. I was already going through difficult times. I woke and I heard it. I was like, wow, what's happening? Like, my day was so ruined. So I had to even go on Twitter, post it, try to check YouTube. I already have the channel notification on. So I went to YouTube and I found one strategy, something doing a live video. So it's been a frustrating period for all of us and we are glad we are back and we will be cooking better. I love the fact that inside we'll be cooking. You want to come in? Everyone want to come in? Are you guys okay? All right. So you know what? I'm done. I just want to say I just want to say thank you to everyone. The guys were so supportive. I got so many messages in my DM. Guys, they thought you're ignoring them. No, I was not ignoring them. That's what's going on. You know, you don't need to know us. You know, that's what I want to say. I was not. I was going to ignore you guys. I was also trying so hard to get this back and I'm so glad we're back. Thank you so much for the love and support. I really appreciate you guys, man. Please. I know most of you unsubscribed because you told that this is not Maya. The channel is back. We're back. Please subscribe. Let's get this channel to two minutes. Let's surprise the hacker, man. You know. This guy? Joe. This guy.


Chapter 8 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. The Queen's Croquet Ground A large rose tree stood near the entrance of the garden. The roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them. And just as she came up to them, she heard one of them say, Look out now, five! Don't go splashing paint over me like that. I couldn't help it, said five, in a sulky tone. Seven jogged my elbow. On which seven looked up and said, Let's write five, always lay the blame on others. You'd better not talk, said five. I heard the Queen say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded. What for? said the one who had spoken first. It's none of your business, too, said seven. Yes, it is his business, said five. And I'll tell him it was for bringing the cooked tulip roots instead of onions. Seven, flying down his brush, and had just begun. Well, of all the unjust things! When his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as she stood, watching him. And he checked himself suddenly. The others looked round also, and all of them bowed low. Would you tell me, said Alice, a little timidly. Why you are painting those roses? Five and seven said nothing but looked at two. Two began in a low voice. Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a red rose-bush. And we put a white one in by mistake. And if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our best before she comes to... At this moment, five, who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called out, The Queen! The Queen! And the three gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round eagerly to see the Queen. First came ten soldiers carrying clubs. These were all shaped like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the corners. Next, the ten courtiers. These were ornamented all over with diamonds and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After this came the royal children. There were ten of them, and the little deers came jumping merrily along hand in hand, in couples. They were all ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly kings and queens, and among them Alice recognized the white rabbit. It was talking in a hurried, nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without noticing her. Then followed the nave of hearts, carrying the king's crown on a crimson velvet cushion, and last of all this grand possession came the king and queen of hearts. Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on her face like the three gardeners, but she could not remember ever having heard of such a rule of processions. And besides, what would be the use of a procession, thought she, if people had all to lie down upon their faces, so that they couldn't see it? So she stood still where she was, and waited. When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked at her, and the queen said severely, Who is this? She said it to the nave of hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply. Idiot! said the queen, tossing her head impatiently, and turning to Alice, she went on, What is your name, child? My name is Alice, so please your majesty. said Alice, very politely. But she added to herself, Why, there only a pack of cards after all. I needn't be afraid of them. And who are these? said the queen, pointing to the three gardeners who were lying round the rose-tree. For you see, as they were lying on their faces, and the patterns on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own children. How should I know? said Alice, surprised at her own courage, it's no business of mine. The queen turned crimson with fury, and after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast screamed, Off with her head! off! Nonsense! said Alice very loudly and decisively, and the queen was silent.  The queen turned angrily away from him and said to the nave, Turn them over! The nave did so very carefully with one foot.  Nonsense! said the queen in a shrill, loud voice, and the three gardeners instantly jumped up and began bowing to the king, the queen, the royal children, and everybody else. Leave off that! screamed the queen. You make me giddy! And then, turning to the rose-tree, she went on, What have you been doing here? May it please your majesty? said two in a very humble tone, going down on one knee as he spoke. We were trying. I see! said the queen, who had meanwhile been examining the roses. Off with the heads! And the procession moved on, three of the soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners who ran to Alice for protection. You shan't be beheaded! said Alice, and she put them into a large flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered about for a minute or two looking for them, and then quietly marched off after the others. Are the heads off? shouted the queen. The heads are gone, if it please your majesty! the soldiers shouted in reply. That's right! shouted the queen. Can you play croaky? The soldiers were silent and looked at Alice as the question was evidently meant for her. Yes! shouted Alice. Come on then! roared the queen, and Alice joined the procession, wondering very much what would happen next. It's a very fine day! said a timid voice at her side.  Very, said Alice, Where's the duchess? Hush, hush! said the rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He looked anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered, She's under sentence of execution! What for? said Alice. Did you say what a pity? The rabbit asked. No, I didn't, said Alice. I don't think it's at all a pity. I said, What for? She boxed the queen's ears. The rabbit began. Alice gave a little scream of laughter. Oh, hash! the rabbit whispered in a frightened tone. The queen will hear you. You see, she came rather late, and the queen said, Get to your places! shouted the queen in a voice of thunder, and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other. However, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game began.  It was all ridges and furrows.  The mallets live flamingos, and the soldiers had to double themselves up to stand on their hands and feet to make the arches. The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo. She succeeded in getting its body tucked away comfortably enough under her arm, with its legs hanging down. But generally, just that she had got its neck nicely straightened out and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head. It would twist itself round and look up in her face with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing. And when she had got its head down and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself and was in the act of crawling away. Besides all this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed. The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrelling all the while and fighting for the hedgehogs.  About once a minute, Alice began to feel very uneasy to be sure. She had not as yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute and then, thought she, what would become of me? They dreadfully fond of beheading people here. The great wonder is that there's anyone left alive. She was looking about for some way of escape and wondering whether she could get away without being seen when she noticed a curious appearance in the air. It puzzled her very much at first, but after watching it a minute or two she made it out to be a grin and she said to herself, It's the Cheshire cat. Now I shall have somebody to talk to. How are you getting on? said the cat as soon as there was mouth enough for it to speak with. Alice waited till the eyes appeared and then nodded. It's no use speaking to it, she thought, till its ears have come or at least one of them. In another minute the whole head appeared and then Alice put down her flamingo and began an account of the game. Feeling very glad she had someone to listen to her. The cat seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight and no more of it appeared. I don't think they play at all fairly, Alice began, in rather a complaining tone. And they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't hear oneself speak and they don't seem to have any rules in particular. At least if there are nobody attends to them and you've no idea how confusing it is all the things being alive, for instance, there's the arch I've got to go through next walking about at the other end of the ground. And I should have croaked the Queen's hedgehog just now only it ran away when it saw mine coming. How do you like the Queen? said the cat in a low voice. Not at all. said Alice. She's so extremely. Just then she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening. So she went on, likely to win. That's, it's hardly worth while finishing the game. The Queen smiled and passed on. Who are you talking to? said the King going up to Alice and looking at the cat's head with great curiosity. It's a friend of mine, a treasure cat, said Alice, allow me to introduce it. I don't like the look of it at all, said the King. However, it may kiss my hand if it likes. I'd rather not, the cat remarked. Don't be impertinent, said the King, and don't look at me like that. He got behind Alice as he spoke. A cat may look at a King, said Alice. I've read that in some book, but I don't remember where. Well, it must be removed, said the King very decidedly, and he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment. My dear, I wish you would have this cat removed. The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties great or small. Off with his head, she said, without even looking round. I'll fetch the executioner myself, said the King, eagerly, and he hurried off. Alice thought she might as well go back and see how the game was going on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance screaming with passion. She had already heard her sentence three of the players to be executed for having missed their turns, and she did not like the look of things at all, as the game was in such confusion that she never knew whether it was her turn or not, so she went in search of her hedgehog. The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croaking one of them with the other. The only difficulty was that her flamingo was gone across to the other side of the garden, where Alice could see it drying in a helpless sort of way to fly up into a tree. By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back, the fight was over and both the hedgehogs were out of sight. But it doesn't much matter, thought Alice, as all the archers had gone from this side of the ground, so she tucked it away under her arm that it might not escape again, and went back for a little more conversation with her friend. When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to find quite a large crowd collected round it. There was a dispute going on between the executioner, the king and the queen, who were all talking at once, while all the rest were quite silent and looked very uncomfortable. The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to settle the question. And they repeated their arguments to her, though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed to make out exactly what they said.  The king's argument was that anything that had a head could be beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense. The queen's argument was that if something wasn't done about it at one time, she'd have everybody executed all round. It was this last remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious. Alice could think of nothing else to say, but it belongs to the duchies. You'd better ask her about it. She is in prison, the queen said to the executioner, Fetch her here. And the executioner went off like an arrow. The cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and by the time he had come back with the duchies, it had entirely disappeared. So the king and the executioner ran wildly up and down looking for it, while the rest of the party went back to the game. End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. The Mock Turtle Story You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing, said the duchies, 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 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 finica 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.  I can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit. Perhaps it hasn't one, Alice ventured to remark. Tat, tat, 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 much the same thing, said the duchess, digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder, as she added, and the moral of that is, take care of the sins, 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 round 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. But only Mustard isn't a bird, Alice remarked. Right as usual, said the duchess. 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 to 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 this 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 I had it 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. I'm glad they don't give birthday presents like that. But she did not venture to say it out loud. Think it again, the duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp little chin. I've 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 moot. 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.  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.  The duchess took her choice, and was gone in 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 to the game. The queen merely remarked that a moment's delay would cost them their lives.  Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being at 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, the 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 a 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 his history. As they walked off together, Alice heard the king say, in a low voice to the company generally, You are all pardoned. Come, 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. If you don't know what a griffin is, look at the picture. A lazy thing, said the queen, Take this young lady to see the mock turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some executions I have 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 to safe to stay with it as to go after the 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, half to Alice. What is the fun? said Alice. Why is she? said the griffin. It's all her fancy that. They never execute nobody you know. Come on! Everybody says come on here, taught 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 pitted 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 his fancy that he hasn't got no sorrow you know. Come on! So they went on to the mock turtle, who looked them with large eyes full of tears but said nothing. This year young lady, said the griffin, she wants for to know your history should know. I'll tell it 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? asked Alice. We called him tortoise because he tortoised. said the mock turtle angrily. Really, you are very dull. You will 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 a 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 learnt French and music. And washing. said the mock turtle. Certainly not. said Alice indignantly. Well, then yours wasn't a really good school. said the mock turtle in a tone of great relief. Now at hours 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. Wheeling and writing, of course, to begin with. the mock turtle replied. And then the different branches of arithmetic, ambition, distraction, aglification and derision. I never heard of aglification. Alice ventured to say. What is it? The griffon lifted up both its paws in surprise. What? Never heard of aglifying? it exclaimed. You know what a beautify is, I suppose. Yes, said Alice doubtfully. It means to make anything prettier. Well, then the griffon went on.  Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions. So she turned to the mock turtle and said, What else had you to learn? There was mystery. The mock turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers. Mystery, ancient and modern. With seeography, then drawing. The drawing master was an old congliel that used to come once a week. He taught us drawing, stretching and fainting in coils. What was that like? said Alice. Well, I can't show it to you myself. The mock turtle said, I'm too stiff and the griffon never learned it. And time, said the griffon. I went to the classics, master, though. 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 griffon, 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 griffon remarked. 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. 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 griffon interrupted in a very decided tone. Tell something about the games now. End of chapter nine. CHAPTER TEN OF ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND By Louis Carroll, this is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. The lobster quadril. The mock turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or two sobs choked his voice. Same as if he had a bone in his throat, said the griffon, and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the back. At last the mock turtle recovered his voice, and with tears running down his cheeks, he went on again. You may not have lived much under the sea. I haven't, said Alice, and perhaps you would never even introduce to a lobster. Alice began to say, I once tasted, but checked herself hastily, and said, No, never. So you can have no idea what a delightful thing a lobster quadril is. No, indeed, said Alice. What sort of dance is it? Why, said the griffon, you first form into a loin along the seashore. Two lines, cried the mock turtle, seals, turtles, salmon, and so on, then when you cleared all the jellyfish out of the way. That generally takes some time, interrupted the griffon. You advanced twice. Each with a lobster as a partner, cried the griffon. Of course, the mock turtle said, advanced twice, set to partners, changed lobsters, and retire in same order, continued the griffon. Then you know, the mock turtle went on, you throw the lobsters, shouted the griffon with a bound into the air, as far out to sea as you can, swim after them, screamed the griffon, turn the somersault in the sea, cried the mock turtle, capering wildly about, change lobster's again, yelled the griffon at the top of its voice, back to land again, and that's all the first figure. Said the mock turtle, suddenly dropping his voice, and the two creatures who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again, very sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice. It must be a very pretty dance. Said Alice timidly. Would you like to see a little of it? Said the mock turtle. Very much indeed. Said Alice. Come, let's try the first figure. Said the mock turtle to the griffon. We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing? Oh, you sing, said the griffon, I've forgotten the words. So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and then treading on her toes when they passed too close, and waving their forepaws to mark the time, while the mock turtle sang this very slowly and sadly. Will you walk a little faster? Said a whiting to a snail. There's a poor boy's close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance. They are waiting on the shingle. Would you come and join the dance?   You can really have no notion how delightful it will be when they take us up and throw us with the lobsters out to sea. But the snail replied, too far, too far, and gave a look, scans. Said he, thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance. What matters is how far we go, his scaly friend replied. There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England, the nearer is to France. Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.   Thank you. It's a very interesting dance to watch. Said Alice, feeling very glad that it was over at last. And I do so like the curious song about the whiting. Oh, as to the whiting, said the mock turtle. They, you've seen them, of course. Yes, said Alice. I've often seen them at din. She checked herself hastily. I don't know where din may be, said the mock turtle. But if you've seen them so often, of course you know what they like. I, I believe so, Alice replied thoughtfully. They have their tails in their mouths, and they're all over crumbs. You're wrong about the crumbs, said the mock turtle. Crumbs would all wash off in the sea. But they have their tails in their mouths, and the reason is— Here.  Tell her about the reason and all that. He said to the griffin. The reason is, said the griffin, that they would go with the lobsters to the dance, so they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall a long way, so they got their tails fast in their mouths, so they couldn't get them out again. That's all. Thank you, said Alice. It's very interesting. I never knew so much about whiting before. I can tell you more than that if you like," said the griffin. You know why it's called a whiting. I never thought about it, said Alice. Why? It does the boots and shoes. The griffin replied very solemnly. Alice was thoroughly puzzled. Does the boots and shoes? She repeated in a wondering tone. Why? What are your shoes done with? Said the griffin.  Alice looked down at them and considered a little before she gave her answer. They're done with blacking, I believe. Boots and shoes under their sea. The griffin went on in a deep voice, are done with a whiting. Now you know. And what are they made of? Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity. Souls and eels, of course. The griffin replied rather impatiently. Any shrimp could have told you that. If I'd been the whiting, said Alice, whose thoughts were still running on the song.  They are obliged to have him with them. The mock turtle said, No wise fish would go anywhere without a poor boy's. Wouldn't it really? Said Alice in a tone of great surprise. Of course not, said the mock turtle. Why, if a fish came to me and told me he was going a journey, I should say with what purpose? Don't you mean purpose? Said Alice. I mean what I say. The mock turtle replied in an offended tone. And the griffin added, Come, let's hear some of your adventures. I could tell you my adventures beginning from this morning. Said Alice a little timidly. But it's no use going back to yesterday because I was a different person then. Explain all that. Said the mock turtle. Oh no, the adventures first. Said the griffin in an impatient tone. Explanations take such a dreadful time. So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she first saw the white rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just at first. The two creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so very wide. But she gained courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly quiet and she got to the part about her repeating, You are old, Father William, to the caterpillar. And the words all coming out different. And then the mock turtle drew a long breath and said, There, it's very curious. It's all about as curious as it can be. Said the griffin. It all came different. The mock turtle repeated thoughtfully. I should like to hear her try and repeat something now. Tell her to begin. He looked at the griffin as if he thought he'd had some kind of authority over Alice. Stand up and repeat. It is the voice of the slugard. Said the griffin. How the creatures order one about and make one repeat lessons. Thought Alice. I might as well be at school at once. However, she got up and began to repeat it.  And the words came very queer indeed. It is the voice of the lobster I heard him declare. You have baked me too brown. I must sugar my hair. As a duck with its eyelids so he with his nose trims his belt and his buttons and turns out his toes.  But when the tide rises and the sharks are around his voice has a timid and tremulous sound. That's different from what I used to say when I was a child. Said the griffin. Well, I never heard it before. Said the mock turtle. But it sounds and common nonsense. Alice said nothing. She had sat down with her face in her hands wondering if anything would ever happen in a natural way again. I should like to have it explained. Said the mock turtle. She can't explain it. Said the griffin hastily. Go on with the next verse. But about his toes. The mock turtle persisted. How could he turn them out with his nose, you know? It's the first position in dancing. Alice said. She dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing and longed to change the subject. Go on with the next verse. The griffin repeated impatiently. It begins, I passed by his garden. Alice did not dare to disobey. Though she felt sure it would all come wrong and she went on in a trembling voice. I passed by his garden and marked with one eye how the owl and the panther were sharing a pie. The panther took pie crust and gravy and meat while the owl had the dish as its chair of the treat. When the pie was all finished the owl, as a boon, was kindly permitted to poke it the spoon. While the panther received knife and fork with a growl and concluded the banquet what is the use of repeating all that stuff? The mock turtle interrupted. If you don't explain it as you go on it's by far the most confusing thing I ever heard. Yes, I think you'd better leave off, said the griffin and Alice was only too glad to do so. Shall we try another figure of the lobster quadril? The griffin went on. Or would you like the mock turtle to sing you a song? Oh, a song, please, if the mock turtle would be so kind. Alice replied so eagerly that the griffin said in a rather offended tone, Hmm, no accounting for taste. Sing her turtle soup, will you old fellow? The mock turtle sighed deeply and began in a voice sometimes choked with sobs to sing this. Beautiful soup so rich and green waiting in a hot terrain who for such dainties would not stoop. Soup of the evening. Beautiful soup. Soup of the evening. Beautiful soup. Beautiful soup. Beautiful soup. Soup of the evening. Beautiful, beautiful soup. Beautiful soup who cares for fish, game or any other dish who would not give or else for two penny worth only of beautiful soup. Penny worth only of beautiful soup. Beautiful soup. Beautiful soup. Soup of the evening. Beautiful, beautiful soup. Chorus again, tried the griffin. And the mock turtle had just began to repeat it when a cry of The trial's beginning was heard in the distance. Come on, cried the griffin, and taken Alice by the hand, it hurried off without waiting for the end of the song. What trial is it? Alice panted as she ran. But the griffin only answered, Come on! and ran the faster, while more and more faintly came carried on the breeze that followed them the melancholy words. Soup of the evening. Beautiful, beautiful soup. End of chapter 10. Chapter 11 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. Who stole the tarts? The king and queen of hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them, all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards. The nave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him, and near the king was the white rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it. They looked so good that it made Alice quite hungry to look at them. I wish they'd get the trial done, she thought, and hand round the refreshments. But there seemed to be no chance of this, so she began looking at everything about her to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew the name of nearly everything there. That's the judge, she said to herself, because of his great wig. The judge, by the way, was the king, and as he wore his crown over the wig, look at the front piece if you want to see how he did it. He did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming. And that's the jewellery box, thought Alice. And those twelve creatures, she was obliged to say creatures you see, because some of them were animals, and some were birds. I suppose they are the jurors. She said this last word two or three times over to herself, being rather proud of it. For she thought, and rightly too, that very few little girls of her age knew the meaning of it at all. However, jurymen would have done just as well. The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. What are they doing? Alice whispered to the griffin. They can't have anything to put down yet before the trials began. They're putting down their names. The griffin whispered in reply, for fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.  Alice began in a loud, indignant voice. But she stopped hastily, for the white rabbit cried out, Silence in court! And the king put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round to make out who was talking.  And she could even make out that one of them didn't know how to spell the stupid and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell him. A nice muddle this slates would be in before the trials over, thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This, of course, Alice could not stand. And she went round the court and got behind him and very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror it was Bill the Lizard, could not make out at all what had become of it. So, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day. And this was of very little use as it left no mark on the slate. Herald, read the accusation! said the king. On this the white rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet and then unrolled the parchment scroll and read as follows. The queen of hearts she made some tarts all on a summer day. The nave of hearts he stole those tarts and took them quite away. Consider your verdict! the king said to the jury. Not yet, not yet. The rabbit hastily interrupted. There's a great deal to come before that. Call the first witness! said the king. And the white rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet and called out first witness. The first witness was the hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty! he began, for bringing these in, but I hadn't quite finished my tea when I was sent for. You ought to have finished! said the king. When did you begin? The hatter looked at the March Hare who had followed him into the court arm in arm with the Dormouse. Fourteenth of March, I think it was, he said. Fifteenth. said the March Hare. Sixteenth. added the Dormouse. Right there to down! the king said to the jury and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates and then added them up and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.  It isn't mine! said the hatter. Stewn! the king exclaimed, turning to the jury who instantly made a memorandum of the fact. I keep them to sell! the hatter added in an explanation. I've none of my own! I'm a hatter! Here the queen put on her spectacles and began staring at the hatter who turned pale and fidgeted. Give your evidence! said the king.  This did not seem to encourage the witness at all. He kept shifting from one foot to the other looking uneasily at the queen and in his confusion he made a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread and butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation which puzzled her a great deal until she made out what it was. She was beginning to grow larger again. And she thought at first she would get up and leave the court. But on second thoughts she decided to remain where she was as long as there was room for her. I didn't squeeze so. said the Dormouse, who was sitting next to her. I could hardly breathe. I can't help it. said Alice very meekly. I'm growing. You've no right to grow here. said the Dormouse. Don't talk nonsense, said Alice more boldly. You know you're growing too. Yes, but I grow at a reasonable base. said the Dormouse. Not in that ridiculous fashion. And he got up very silkily and crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter. And just as the Dormouse crossed the court she said to one of the officers of the court bring me the list of the singers in the last concert on which the wretched Hatter trembled so that he shook both his shoes off. Give your evidence. The King repeated angrily, or I'll have you executed, whether you're nervous or not. I'm a poor man, Your Majesty, the Hatter began in a trembling voice, and I hadn't begun my tea, not above a week or so. And what, with the bread and butter getting so thin and the twinkling of the tea? The twinkling of the what? said the King. It began with the tea, the Hatter replied. Of course twinkling begins with a tea, said the King sharply. Do you take me for a dance? Go on. I'm a poor man, the Hatter went on, and most things twinkled after that. Only the March Hare said, I didn't, the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry. You did, said the Hatter. I deny it, said the March Hare. He denies it, said the King. Leave out that part. Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said, the Hatter went on, looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too. But the Dormouse denied nothing, being fast asleep. After that continued the Hatter. I cut some more bread and butter. But what did the Dormouse say? One of the jury asked. That I can't remember, said the Hatter. You must remember, remarked the King. Or I'll have you executed. The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup on bread and butter and went down on one knee. I'm a poor man, Your Majesty. He began.  Here one of the guinea pigs cheered and was immediately suppressed by the officers of the court. As this is a rather hard word, I will just explain to you how it was done.   I'm glad I've seen that done, thought Alice. I so often read in the newspaper, at the end of trials, there was some attempt at applause which was immediately suppressed by the officers of the court. And I never understood what it meant till now. If that's all you know about it, you may stand down. Continued the King. I can't go no lower, said the Hatter. I'm on the floor as it is. Then you may sit down. The King replied. Here the other guinea pig cheered and was suppressed. Come, let's finish the guinea pigs, thought Alice. Now we should get on better. I'd rather finish my tea, said the Hatter, with an anxious look at the Queen, who was reading the list of singers. You may go, said the King. And the Hatter hurriedly left the court. Without even waiting to put his shoes on. And just take his head off outside, the Queen added to one of the officers. But the Hatter was out of sight before the officer could get to the door. Oh, the next witness, said the King. The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried a pepper-box in her hand and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the court. By the way, the people near the door began sneezing all at once. Give your evidence, said the King. Shout, said the cook. The King looked anxiously at the white rabbit who said in a low voice, Your Majesty, must cross examine this witness. Well, if I must, I must. The King said, with a melancholy air, after folding his arms and frowning at the cook, till his eyes were nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, What are tarts made of? Pepper mostly, said the cook. Trickle, said a sleepy voice behind her. Call her that door-mouse, the Queen shrieked out. Behead that door-mouse, turn that door-mouse out of court.  For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the door-mouse turned out, and by the time they had settled down again, the cook had disappeared. Never mind, said the King, with an air of great relief. Call the next witness. And he added, in an undertone to the Queen, Really, my dear, you must cross examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache. Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like. For they haven't got much evidence yet, she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill little voice, the name, Alice. End of Chapter 11 Chapter 12 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Louis Carroll This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. Alice's evidence. Here, cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment how large she had grown in the last few minutes. And she jumped up in such a hurry, that she tipped over the jewellery box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen onto the heads of the crowd below. And there they lay, sprawling about, reminding her very much of a globe of goldfish she had accidentally upset the week before. Oh, I beg your pardon! She exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could. For the incident of the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back into the jewellery box, or they would die. The trial cannot proceed, said the king in a very grave voice, until all the jurymen are back in their proper places all. He repeated, with great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said so. Alice looked at the jewellery box, and saw that in her haste she had put the lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move. She soon got it out again and put it right. Not that it signifies much, she said to herself, I should think it would be quite as much use in the trial one way up as the other. As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of being upset, and the slates and pencils had been found and handed back to them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the accident, all except the lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the court. What do you know about this business? The king said to Alice. Nothing, said Alice. Nothing, whatever! persisted the king. Nothing, whatever! said Alice. It's very important, the king said, turning to the jury. They were just beginning to write this down on their slates when the white rabbit interrupted. Unimportant, your Majesty means, of course. He said, in a very respectable tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke. Unimportant, of course, I meant. The king hastily said, and went on to himself in an undertone. Important, unimportant, unimportant, important. As if he were trying which word sounded best. Some of the jury wrote it down important, and some unimportant. Alice could see this as she was near enough to look over their slates. But it doesn't matter a bit, she thought to herself. At this moment the king, who had been for some time busily writing in his notebook, cackled out, Silence! and read out from his book. Rule 42. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court. Everybody looked at Alice. I'm not a mile high, said Alice. You are, said the king. Very two miles high, added the queen. Well, I shan't go at any rate, said Alice. Besides, that's not a regular rule. You invented it just now. It's the oldest rule in the book, said the king. Then it ought to be number one, said Alice.  Consider your verdict. He said to the jury in a low, trembling voice. There's more evidence to come yet, please, Your Majesty. Said the white rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry. This paper has just been picked up. What's in it? said the queen. I haven't owned it yet, said the white rabbit. But it seems to be a letter, written by the prisoner, to somebody. It must have been that, said the king, unless it was written to nobody, which isn't usual, you know. Who is it directed to? said one of the jurymen.  In fact, there's nothing written on the outside. He unfolded the paper as he spoke and added, It isn't a letter after all. It's a set of verses. Are they in the prisoner's handwriting? asked another of the jurymen. No, they're not, said the white rabbit. And that's the queerest thing about it. The jury all looked puzzled. He must have imitated somebody else's hand, said the king. The jury all brightened up again. Please, Your Majesty, said the nave. I didn't write it, and they can't prove I did. There's no name signed at the end. If you all didn't sign it, said the king, that only makes the matter worse. You must have meant some mischief, or else you'd have signed your name like an honest man. There was a general clapping of hands at this. It was the first really clever thing the king had said that day. That proves his guilt, said the queen. It proves nothing of the sort, said Alice. Why, you don't even know what they're about. Read them, said the king. The white rabbit put on his spectacles. Where shall I begin, please, Your Majesty? he asked. Begin at the beginning, the king said gravely.  These were the verses the white rabbit read. They told me you had been to her, and mentioned me to him. She gave me a good character, but said I could not swim. He said the word I had not gone. We know it to be true. If she should push the matter on, what would become of you? I gave her one. They gave him two. You gave us three or more. They all returned from him to you, though they were mine before. If I or she should chance to be involved in this affair, he trust to you to set them free, exactly as we were. My notion was that you had been, before she had this fit, an obstacle that came between him and ourselves and it. Don't let him know she liked them best, for this must ever be a secret kept from all the rest between yourself and me. That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet, said the king, rubbing his hands. So now let the jewellery. If any one of them can explain it, said Alice. She had grown so large in the last minute that she wasn't a bit afraid of interrupting him. I'll give him six months. I don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it. The jewellery all wrote down on their slits. She doesn't believe there's an atom of meaning in it. But none of them attempted to explain the paper. If there's no meaning in it, said the king, that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I don't know. He went on, spreading out the verses on his knee and looking at them with one eye. I seem to see some meaning in them after all. Said I could not swim. You can't swim, can you? He added, turning to the nave. The nave shook his head, sadly. Do I look like it? He said, which he certainly did not be made entirely of cardboard. All right so far, said the king, and he went on muttering over the verses to himself. We know it to be true. That's the jewellery, of course. I gave her one. They gave him two. Why, that must be what he did with the tarts, you know. But it goes on. They all return from him to you, said Alice. Why, there they are. Said the king, triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table. Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again, before she had this fit. You never had fits, my dear, I think, he said to the queen. Never! said the queen furiously, throwing an ink-stand at the lizard as she spoke. The unfortunate little bill had left off writing on his slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark. But he now hastily began the game, using the ink that was trickling down his face as long as it lasted. Then the words don't fit, said the king, looking round the court with a smile. There was a dead silence. It's a pun. The king added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed. Let the jury consider their verdict, the king said, from out the twentieth time that day. Oh, no, said the queen, sentence first, verdict afterwards. Stuff and nonsense, said Alice loudly. The idea of having the sentence first. Hold your tongue, said the queen, turning purple. I won't, said Alice. Off with her head! The queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody moved. Who cares for you, said Alice. She had grown to her full size by this time.  At this, the whole pack rose up in the air and came flying down upon her.  Wake up, Alice, dear, said her sister. Why, what a long sleep you've had. Oh, I've had such a curious dream, said Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all the strange adventures of hers that you have just been reading about. And when she had finished, her sister kissed her and said, It was a curious dream, dear, certainly. But now run into your tea, it's getting late. So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran as well as she might. What a wonderful dream it had been. But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her head on her hand, watching the setting sun and thinking of little Alice and all her wonderful adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion, and this was her dream. First, she dreamt a little of Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright, eager eyes were looking up into hers. She could hear the very tones of her voice and see the queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes. And still as she listened or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive with the strange creatures of her little sister's dream. The long grass rustled at her feet as the white rabbit hurried by. The frightened mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool. She could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution. Once more, the pig-baby was sneezing on the duchess's knee while plates and dishes crashed around it. Once more, the shriek of the griffin, the squeaking of the lizard's slate-pencil and the choking of the suppressed guinea pigs filled the air mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable mock turtle. So she sat on with closed eyes and half-believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again and all would change to dull reality. The grass would be only rustling in the wind and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds. The rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the griffin and all the other queer noises would change she knew to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the mock turtle's heavy sobs. Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman and how she would keep through all her ripe ears the simple and loving heart of her childhood and how she would gather about her other little children and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows and find a pleasure in all their simple joys remembering her own child life and the happy summer days. Thank you.


Patriot Prime Reviews is a channel for adult collectors and may not be suitable for children under 13 years of age. Viewer discretion is advised. Hey, what's going on guys? Patriot Prime here once again with another video review. But before I get started, I need you guys to do me a favor. If you're watching this video right here and are not a subscriber of Patriot Prime Reviews, please hit that subscribe button right now. It won't cost you a thing, but will help me and my channel out tremendously. Now, what you see before you is a custom weapon set for Generation Selects exhaust by Alpha Customs. This set includes a spoiler with wings, two K-On-Guard machine pistols, one katana, two packs of cigarettes, one opened, one closed, two missile launchers, and one heavy pistol. So now without further ado, let's see how this set looks on Generation Selects exhaust. And welcome to Patriot Prime Reviews. Now before we get started, Alpha wanted me to let you guys know that all the accessories that you're about to see are in fact prototypes. And the finished product should be available for sale at the time of this video's release. Now the first part we're going to look at is the spoiler. And a spoiler actually looks pretty good. It's painted to match exhaust color scheme here. Now it does have deployable wings, which are underneath. Of course, those aren't used in vehicle mode. Vehicle mode uses simply attach this to exhaust vehicle mode, but you want to make sure you have the aerodynamic side down first. Now to attach this, you're just simply going to pop off the spoilers he came with. And let's see, line this up. And there you go. And that really doesn't look too bad. So there is the spoiler for exhaust in vehicle mode. Now before you attach all the new accessories to exhaust in his robot mode, you have to remove the accessories that he came with. We'll start here on the back with the spoilers once again. You just simply pop these off. And so you don't lose them, you can actually attach the spoilers right here to the back of his legs. So that way these are now out of sight and you don't have to worry about losing them. Also, you remove the missile launcher off his shoulder and it too can attach on his back right there. So now you have exhaust all prepped and ready for his new accessories. And the first thing we'll start off with is the spoiler once again. Now as I said earlier, this spoiler does have deployable wings. And what you want to do is slowly and easily get these out.  Make sure you flip them out on the side where the pegs are closer to the edge. And then you'll just simply attach these to exhaust back just like in vehicle mode. And there's exhaust with his brand new wings. Now we'll go over the rocket pods and I really like these. These are cool. They've got a lot of nice molded detail. Alpha actually did a really good job painting these too. I think these look great. These, they have a little slot right here or a little tab. These will attach where the stock rocket launcher went. And you have two of these. Let's say one is a little tighter than the other. But once you get those in, I think that looks really good and really changes up the look of the figure. Now he also has this katana weapon once again painted really good by alpha.  This will attach into his fist like so. So now you have exhaust wielding a katana, which kind of goes more with his snake eyes vibe that I get with his mask. Now he also has two machine pistols. Let me get the sword out of his hand. Now these machine pistols are in or are molded as a left and a right. I really like the looks of these too. Lots of nice molded detail, especially along the barrel. It's got a clip that extends from the side.  But as I said earlier, there is a left and a right. So you want to match up the right fist with the clip that extends out the right side. And let's see, we'll get the other in his left hand. And there is exhaust dual wielding his machine pistols. So that's pretty cool. But the weapon I like is the heavy pistol. Go ahead and remove the machine pistols from the hands. This is exhaust heavy pistol. And like I said, I love the looks of this one. It's just a big, beefy looking blaster. And I think it's really cool looking. Just attach that to his right fist. And now you have exhaust all armed and ready for battle. And I love that. I think that looks sweet. Now the last two accessories with this set I find hilarious. You get a pack of cigarettes. See if I can get that to focus in. And those are painted in the old Marlboro colors. So there is your close box. And here is your open box. You can see the cigarettes right there. And this one actually has a five millimeter peg. So you can attach it into exhausts hand. So you can be like, hey, kid, want to smoke? I love that. That is just, that's hilarious. Bravo, Alpha Customs. That is too cool. I think Alpha Customs did a great job on this generation selects exhaust accessory kit. He really pops now and looks more like his own character than just a wheel jack repaint. I love the rocket launchers, the heavy pistol and the black wings. The cigarettes are hilarious. Kudos to that. That is just spot on and very creative. Now if you want to get in touch with Alpha Customs for your own accessory set, please check out my links in the description below. And if you enjoyed the video, don't forget to like, don't forget to subscribe, and don't forget to click that bell icon to get notified when I upload new reviews. Once again, this is Patriot Prime, signing out. Hoorah!


Have new mail. What is this thing doing to me? I Guess it's not me, but me. I guess that's being refreshed Strengthen choose Strengthen chosen parameters using XP Hello, but how many do I have? Okay, cause XP points. All right. Oh It's taking all the coins it's up to your ball. Oh, I can open that again in 20 hours. You got it There are so many. Okay. I thought man this this came far. It's like I've read about a hundred of these notes And they keep giving me more My brain is starting to say That's all right. I just figured out. I am getting overloaded with information now Okay, so this is gonna hold the kill coins Vanishing point by access the vanishing point found sooner when you could suspend your game and return to the hated arcade The warriors of the fountain will also heal you wounds and soon you're trouble.  All right, let's do that I remember her was Zinc real plate. Oh, you playing that? Let me know if you have any questions. I'll give you some tips. I have the time. Is that Dyrus Nah He's moving too fast Ha ha ha you were sleeping. There's a lot of open You have any questions? Let me know let's play. I just hit 50 billion points in this game. I'm the best This is kind of boring though He just says something to me. I don't know what he said. I mushroom girl So storage store So I got these froggy things Store one of them scratch metal gonna store that I don't know that's for Keep these keep that keep that all right fighter freezer Because somebody do a coloring chat. I want to see how it looks do like red or pink or hot pink or something Just one person. I know two people are gonna do at the same time because or nobody will do it. Oh See if this thing works. There it goes. Okay. So you can see the slight hue on the screen. That's cool On top of the lights here They're in sync to Macbook gotta have his aqua okay, so There's a button I hit to See like where I was on the on the on the map It was down there we go so This is the floor map I've only been up one floor So to get back up there do I go back to the cage elevator? Wherever that was Okay, this must be the cage elevator. What's this? As a game fighter training machine face care there are always grease players when they turn the radio Now I'll show however, but if I will raise fire you receive XP defeating enemies eating mushrooms in the tower By collecting XP you can raise your fighters XP level leveling up on return to the wedding room Mingo head will absorb the kill coins and splithium. You've connect collected.  If you have enough XP to level up you can split the points between your six stats Okay, so HP strength physical strength for non ammo weapons Dexterity firearm attacks vitality defensive capabilities stamina and luck If canceled you can level up anytime by accessing the machine again Once your fighters max out all their stacks bring them to Mingo head to uncap them Unlike a normal level up uncapping requires blood niam and death roids Lorde, man, what's this game at better controls? That's probably a gripe right now It's kind of raw too. It's a little bit raw a little bit raw Definitely not for the family friendly He doesn't like you. I don't like you either. You best watch this. We want this man I don't miss it Mastery level up. Oh, they tried to explain that to me the other day. I aim this thing Trucker hat. She gave me universal vacuum or it locks on to him. Oh, they don't always do yoga That one gave me XP to If you want to keep going up, you should have gone left elevator instead of right I just want to kill everything I see man. So you mean this That this is a level of already completed is what you're saying, right? But there's nowhere to go but back to the waiting room. So how do I go? You say I should have went left so this way to go up the stairs. Got you. All right, or Escalator whatever it is. All right, I got you. I got you So when you want to go up, you have to go upstairs and the elevator is for Going down to the waiting room and to go to floors that you powered on the elevators on other floors Feel like I'm being tested. I mean, I didn't even clear that floor yet I feel like I should go back and clear that floor, but I need some pants How do you check your mail? You said I have mail Okay, elevators are just checkpoints.  Let it die chat In a Rolodex Oh, I've never been here. Dustin We've set an item transfer service called Dustin for all your urgent inventory needs as a safe secure way to send items back to the waiting room Types of Dustin. There are two types five Dustin five a paid version and Dustin TD a free version Available only in certain areas access Dustin the transfer items just select items you want to transfer away from Dustin a Way they go on transfer in a way to go Dustin five can only transfer five items at a time They cost one death metal for every five transfer slots So this is a free one. I'm assuming Because I ain't got no monies What I ain't doing this forget that No, no, no That's too dark for you guys There's borderline dark over here. It seems a little washed out now. Well, maybe not. I don't know was that I kind of don't know how to down Okay, I don't know where I've been. I feel like I haven't been here since that's closed explosion That sounds useful. All right, so back and a No, I don't want to eat it now. I want to move God dang it how I switch between them Not too late now. We got one so I have been there, but this thing wasn't closed before what's X and B that's right X and B Because they're vertical on my controller and they make me go sideways in the game I'm gonna rant about that every chance I get chat Come get some cookies. I'm eating. I'm eating. I mean it. I was supposed to do something here I'm going to need a weapon chat. I'm starting to become strapped for space already and I just started playing old boy Finally landed one. Thanks for the follows guys. Appreciate it Everything but materials is pretty much disposable. I feel like these weapons deadly poison feel like these weapons like I Guess they're just low quality weapons. They just break pretty fast Let those guys hit you. What does that do? Waste of that ammo if she hates rats chat. I need some pants Let it die this you call it let it let it let it pants. I can't see anything. I saw none of that fight She rehearsed that I think they kill me on purpose because I Couldn't see anything that fight. I was just like corner D whole time Is he still around I got no weapons. I hear him Where'd you come from buddy?  I guess it killed me. Oh, she got happy when I say yes. Oh Yay. Oh Yay. Oh Sometimes such decisions are not what I am now a zombie. I see myself down there. I Am now a zombie with no pants. How do you be a zombie with no pants? All zombies have pants What if you've ever seen a naked zombie Don't answer that So I'm level one again. Oh Oh, no All that progress got lost So the levels are per body. Is that how that works? Yeah, I wish this game. I wish they have good PC controls, man Strollers gonna my nerves that costs 120 death coins to go up there Is there a way for me to get up there? I can just go up the stairs, right? But they don't have to fight everybody again. I think So it's like a roguelite in that sense that you start from level one So what what part of progression is static? is it cosmetics and Stuff you store like stuff you store it at the waiting room not on your character This stuff. Yeah, I just got two things in here Research. I haven't gotten that far yet. I guess So where the cosmetics like how can I see the shop? Show me where the shop is so I can see what kind of stuff I want to grind for Where's the is it this? Where's the cash shop at so I can tear that apart. I'm just joking so I can look at it the store guy I don't know who the store guy is Somebody over here. This dude. Welcome. I've never been here express services. All you need to come Thanks for the subs bring me the materials and blueprints, and I'll make anything Oh, he makes guns. I'll be needing some of your things in return. I Use that energy to make the goods get it DH is the cash shop Oh this Visit the DH store. Oh, no, it's taking me out. I was any cosmetics We're the cosmetics All right, I guess we keep grinding. I don't know it's weird Cosmetics are for your base. Oh, I thought they were character cosmetics Like clothes and stuff.


Aerodynamics treats of the motion of air or other gases and of the forces acting on solids in motion relative to such air or other gases. Relative wind is the motion of the air with reference to a body. It may be the result of moving air and a stationary body or still air and a moving body, or both air and body may be moving with reference to the earth. In this case, the relative wind is the algebraic sum of the two motions. An air stream flowing past a flat plate exerts upon it a force whose direction depends upon the angle between the plane of the plate and the direction of air flow. This force may be analyzed into component forces which are called lift and drag. Lift acts at right angles to the relative wind and drag acts parallel to the relative wind. If the plate is held in a horizontal air stream in this manner, lift is opposed by the weight of the plate and drag is opposed by the tension on the cord. The acute angle between the relative wind and the face of the plate is called the angle of attack. This angle may have any value from 0 to 90 degrees. It may be either positive or negative. An airfoil is any surface designed to be projected through the air in order to produce a useful dynamic reaction. Airfoils which have been studied and used very widely informed. This is probably the most common type of airfoil section. Others are convex on their upper surface and concave on the lower. While still others are convex on both surfaces. Relative thickness and curvature of airfoils vary considerably. In general, a line through an airfoil's leading and the trailing edges is known as its cord. This is the case with an airfoil having a symmetrical double convex camber. In an airfoil which is convex on its upper surface and concave below, the cord corresponds to the arc of the medium camber. In other airfoils, it is the line of a straight edge brought into contact with the lower surface at two points. The acute angle between the cord of an airfoil and the relative wind is known as the angle of attack of the airfoil. A wind tunnel is a device for testing reactions on airfoils and other aerodynamic shapes. It usually consists of a large tube with a constricted throat. A propeller produces air flow and a honeycomb arrangement is placed at one end to ensure straight air flow. When lift and drag of an airfoil are to be measured, the model is placed in the chamber and supported by wire. One wire runs from the model through the top of the tunnel to a balance arm which is weighted so as to maintain tension and compensate for other forces. From the leading edge of each wing, a wire runs forward in the direction of flight over pulleys and down to a bar on a platform type of scale. A second pair of wires runs vertically downward from the wing to another scale. Finally, a wire extends from the tail down to a third scale. In this way, the model is suspended so that the various forces exerted upon it may be measured. The position of the model is observed through sighting scopes. With the air flowing at the desired velocity, drag force is exerted upon these wires. Front lift is measured as the actual lifting force upon these wires. Rear lift as the force upon this wire. Total lift is the sum of front and rear lift. Here is one of the Army's wind tunnel that right field. It is nearly 100 feet in overall length and the test section is 5 feet in diameter. On the intake end, a huge honeycomb arrangement of metal veins straightens the airflow. Four electric motors of 400 horsepower each furnish power to turn the fan. Two of the motors are shown here. There are two others inside the tunnel. The fans are 12 feet in diameter and have 12 blades. When driven at a speed of 700 rpm, they produce an airspeed of approximately 200 miles an hour in the tunnel. Wind tunnel tests show how lift and drag vary with the angle of attack of an airfoil. In general, as the angle of attack increases, lift and drag increase up to a point where lift decreases abruptly and drag becomes the principal component. This is known as the stalling angle. From this angle to 90 degrees, drag continues to increase while lift falls off. At 90 degrees, the airfoil acts like a flat plate. It has maximum drag and negligible lift. Wind tunnel tests have also proven that for any given airfoil, lift and drag vary directly with the area of the wing. If the area is doubled, lift and drag are also doubled. Lift and drag vary directly as the square of the velocity of the relative wind. If wind velocity is doubled, lift and drag are multiplied by four. Lift and drag are directly proportional to the density of the air passing over the airfoil. If air density is doubled, lift and drag are also doubled in value. Expressed as an equation, the lift is equal to a coefficient which is determined by the angle of attack and shape of the airfoil, multiplied by the density of the air, multiplied by the area of the wind, multiplied by the velocity of the wind squared. Drag equals the coefficient which is determined by the angle of attack and shape of the airfoil, multiplied by the density of the air, multiplied by the area of the wing, multiplied by the velocity of the wind squared. When an airplane is flying horizontally at a constant velocity, the forces acting upon it are in equilibrium. The retarding force or drag equals the propelling force or thrust. The lift must equal the total weight of the airplane. Therefore, the lift and drag equations serve to determine how much weight an airfoil will lift under certain conditions and how much thrust force power is required to overcome the total drag of the airplane. The air pressure at various points on an airfoil is measured in order to determine the airfoil's efficiency or its suitability for a given purpose. The measurements are made by building into a model airfoil, small copper tubes which are sealed flush with the surface of the model. These tubes extend from the model to a pressure measuring device outside the tunnel. The device is called a monometer. This figure illustrates its principle of operation. The liquid in both the tube and the reservoir will be at the same level as long as the pressure in both tube and reservoir are equal. If by any means, such as this plunger, for example, the pressure in the tube is increased, the liquid is forced into the reservoir, lowering the level in the tube. If pressure in the tube is decreased, the liquid rises above the level of the reservoir. With a device such as this, if the liquid in the tube is subjected to varying pressures, the level will rise above or fall below the level of the liquid in the reservoir as the pressure is decreased or increased. Reading of liquid levels provides an accurate means of determining pressure differences. Additional tubes may be added, each connected to a different value of pressure, and each will indicate that pressure accurately. Regardless of pressures in the other tube. Operating on these principles, this bank of monometer tubes is used to determine pressures on an airfoil. Because all tubes are at the same pressure being exposed to the atmosphere, the levels in the tubes are equal. For test purposes, each monometer tube is connected to a different point on the surface of the airfoil. The majority of these test points are located on the leading edge and upper surface. Relatively few are placed on the lower surface. Of course, this is only a schematic representation of the connection. In actual practice, tubes run from the monometers through an opening and inside of the airfoil to the test point. Atmospheric pressure is usually taken as the reference level. Pressures above atmospheric are called positive. Those below atmospheric are called negative. Actually, these values are pressure differences with reference to the atmospheric pressure. With reference to absolute zero, all pressures are necessarily positive. The model airfoil is placed in the test section of the wind tunnel. It is supported by wires which will transmit its lift and drag forces to the scale. Tubes which connect to the test points are passed through an opening in the tunnel wall and connected to the monometer bank. The monometers being at equal pressures are at the same level and are connected to the airfoil. Thus, from each monometer tube, there is a direct connection to a definite point on the surface of the model airfoil. All is now ready for the test. And the engineers leave the tunnel to take up positions where they can observe and measure reactions upon the airfoil. The motors which drive the fan are started. In the tunnel, the model airfoil is subjected to the same condition which is put in counter in actual flight through a medium of the same density. And pressures along the surfaces are at such values as would be met under flying conditions. The monometer tube tell the story. Levels watch away slightly as minute variations in airspeed or density occur, but the ratios are constant. And the position of the liquid in the tube shows both positive and negative values for the airfoil. The tubes are photographed to assure simultaneous readings of all tubes. And the photograph is used by engineers to plot the pressure curve. In this manner, a diagram is constructed showing the nature and distribution of pressures over both surfaces of the wing sections at varying angles of attack. Positive pressures are shown in black, negative in gray. At zero degrees, there is a small bulb of positive pressure directly upon the leading edge of the wing. Another area of positive pressure encloses the trailing edge and extends forward about one quarter chord length along the lower surface. Elsewhere, the pressures are negative. As the angle of attack is increased, the positive pressure bulb moves lower down on the leading edge and back along the lower surface of the wing, enclosing the trailing edge. The negative pressure distribution remains fundamentally unchanged, although its values are greatly increased. This diagram indicates that the wing has begun to exert a considerable lift. Increasing the angle of attack still further alters pressure distribution very little, although there is a marked change in values, particularly along the upper surface where negative pressures are now exerting a powerful lift force. The wing is now approaching its stalling angle. Positive pressures have changed very little in either distribution or value. The negative values, however, have increased somewhat, especially at the leading edge. By further increasing the angle of attack, positive pressures remain practically unchanged in both value and distribution, but the value of negative pressure continues to increase. At this angle of attack, the wing is well past its stalling angle, yet the positive pressures show little indication of change. With the negative pressures, the greatest change is noticed at the leading edge of the wing where the area continues to expand and the outline of the pressure area is extremely irregular. Increased angle of attack brings no important change in positive pressure value or distribution. But the negative pressure area is tending to equalize in value over the entire upper surface of the wing. At this angle of attack, the forward protuberance disappears completely and an area of nearly equal negative pressure blankets the entire upper surface of the wing. Positive pressure areas still show no important change. Another increase in the angle of attack merely results in increased value, distribution remaining almost the same as before. At this final angle, pressures have reached still greater values without any appreciable change in distribution. It might appear from this diagram that at this angle of attack, the uniform pressure distribution over the upper wing surface would be desirable. However, above the stalling angle, the resultant air force acts in such a direction that the drag is its large component. An airfoil at rest in still air is at atmospheric pressure over its entire surface. It has been shown that airfoils derive their lift from the pressure differences acting upon their surfaces. The negative pressure difference upon the upper surface at normal angles of attack being the major component of the lift force. Now let us see what happens to pressure values and distribution at negative angles of attack. From zero degrees, the angle is decreased to a slight negative value. The positive pressure bulb on the leading edge is practically unchanged. The negative pressure on the upper surface of the wing shows little change. However, the negative pressures along the lower surface begin to increase at the leading edge. Further increases in this area, accompanied by very slight changes in the positive pressure bulb, are the only differences which are readily observable as the angle of attack is further decreased. The angle of attack of an airfoil was shown to be the acute angle between the cord of the airfoil and the relative wind. The angle of attack of the airplane as a whole is the acute angle between the longitudinal axis of the airplane and the relative wind. The difference between these two angles is constant for any given airplane and is called the angle of incidence. Although the angle of attack is constant for any given wind tunnel test, in actual flight the angle of attack of the airfoil varies with changing attitude and speed of the airplane. Consider the case of an airplane flying horizontally at a small positive angle of attack as the controls are set to put the airplane into a dive, the angle of attack decreases and the speed increases. Lift decreases since in this attitude the weight of the airplane is opposed by the resultant of lift and drag. As the flight approaches the vertical, speed increases until the terminal velocity is reached in the so-called vertical dive. In this condition lift is zero and the weight of the airplane plus its thrusts are opposed by drag alone. In pulling out of the dive the angle of attack must be increased slowly. During this maneuver the lift may attain several times the value of the weight. This increase in lift produces acceleration which in turn produces a curved flight path.