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pending/1107: Social Networking success kit Friend (pending) |
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>Number: 1107
>Category: pending
>Synopsis: Social Networking success kit Friend
>Confidential: no
>Severity: serious
>Priority: medium
>Responsible: unassigned
>State: open
>Class: sw-bug
>Submitter-Id: net
>Arrival-Date: Sat Jan 10 23:15:44 -0600 2009
>Originator: "EZProfits" <address@hidden>
>Release:
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<Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she
looked up, but it was all dark overhead: before her was another long passage,
and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a
moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear
it say, as it turned a corner, Oh my ears and whiskers, how late its getting!
She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no
longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a
row of lamps hanging from the roof.
There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice
had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she
walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.
Suddenly she came upon a little threelegged table, all made of solid glass:
there was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alices first idea was that
this might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but alas! either the locks
were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any
of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had
not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high:
she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much
larger than a rathole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the
loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and
wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but
she could not even get her head through the doorway; and even if my head would
go through, thought poor Alice, it would be of very little use without my
shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if
I only knew how to begin. For, you see, so many outoftheway things had happened
lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really
impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to
the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book
of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little
bottle on it (which certainly was not here before, said Alice), and tied round
the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words DRINK ME beautifully
printed on it in large letters.
It was all very well to say Drink me, but the wise little Alice was not going
to do that in a hurry. No, Ill look first, she said, and see whether its
marked poison or not; for she had read several nice little stories about
children who had got burned, and eaten up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant
things, all because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had
taught them: such as, that a redhot poker will burn you if you hold it too
long; and that, if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually
bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle
marked poison, it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
However, this bottle was not marked poison, so Alice ventured to taste it,
and, finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavor of
cherrytart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast),
she very soon finished it off.>
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<What a curious feeling! said Alice. I must be shutting up like a telescope!
And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face
brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through
the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few
minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little
nervous about this; for it might end, you know, said Alice to herself, in my
going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then? And
she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is
blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into
the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she
found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the
table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite
plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs
of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with
trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.
Come, theres no use in crying like that! said Alice to herself rather
sharply. I advise you to leave off this minute! She generally gave herself very
good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded
herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered
trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she
was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending
to be two people. But its no use now, thought poor Alice, to pretend to be two
people! Why, theres hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!
Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she
opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words EAT ME were
beautifully marked in currants. Well, Ill eat it, said Alice, and if it makes
me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can
creep under the door: so either way Ill get into the garden, and I dont care
which happens!
She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, Which way? Which way?
holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing; and
she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size. To be sure,
this is what generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much
into the way of expecting nothing but outoftheway things to happen, that it
seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.
Curiouser and curiouser! cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the
moment she quite forgot how to speak good English). Now Im opening out like
the largest telescope that ever was! Goodby, feet! (for when she looked down at
her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off).
Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for
you now, dears? Im sure I shant be able! I shall be a great deal too far off
to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you canbut I must be
kind to them, thought Alice, or perhaps they wont walk the way I want to go!
Let me see. Ill give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.
And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. They must go by
the carrier, she thought; and how funny itll seem, sending presents to ones
own feet! And how odd the directions will look!>
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