Alice ran to the side of the ditch to look for him . She was rather startled by the fall , as for some time he had kept on very well , and she was afraid that he really WAS hurt this time . However , though she could see nothing but the soles of his feet , she was much relieved to hear that he was talking on in his usual tone . ` All kinds of fastness , ' he repeated : ` but it was careless of him to put another man 's helmet on -- with the man in it , too . ' ` How CAN you go on talking so quietly , head downwards ? ' Alice asked , as she dragged him out by the feet , and laid him in a heap on the bank . The Knight looked surprised at the question . ` What does it matter where my body happens to be ? ' he said . ` My mind goes on working all the same . In fact , the more head downwards I am , the more I keep inventing new things . ' ` Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did , ' he went on after a pause , ` was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course . ' ` In time to have it cooked for the next course ? ' said Alice . ` Well , not the NEXT course , ' the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone : ` no , certainly not the next COURSE . ' ` Then it would have to be the next day . I suppose you would n't have two pudding-courses in one dinner ? ' ` Well , not the NEXT day , ' the Knight repeated as before : ` not the next DAY . In fact , ' he went on , holding his head down , and his voice getting lower and lower , ' I do n't believe that pudding ever WAS cooked ! In fact , I do n't believe that pudding ever WILL be cooked !
And yet it was a very clever XXXXX to invent . '
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