The Pigeon cries at Alice that she is a serpent. Alice had just eaten the mushroom pieces until her neck grew high like a giraffe’s. Having laid her eggs three weeks before, the birdbrained Pigeon had not slept from being on the watch for snakes. She has built nests everywhere, but snakes have still eaten her eggs. Now that she has hidden her eggs up in the trees, like a normal bird, she is not particularly happy to see the long-necked Alice. Alice is indignant at being called a serpent and their argument ensues.
At the end of their spat, the Pigeon does not believe Alice is a little girl, but does not much care. In her mind, anything that eats eggs is a serpent. Carroll makes a point here that as humans we can do the same activities as animals but condemn them as bestial. Why is it that we are hypocritical? When confronted we often choose to simply soothe our conscience or by creating reasons for our innocence like “its cooked” and “I used utensils”.
Now I’m not saying I am a vegetarian, because I enjoy a smoked brisket the same as most Texans. My question is, should we not be wholly, and if necessary, brutally honest with ourselves about everything?
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