Chapter 8: "It's my own Invention"
“`The great art of riding,’ the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice, waving his right arm as he spoke, `is to keep — ‘ Here the sentence ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fell heavily on the top of his head exactly in the path were Alice was walking. She was quite frightened this time, and said in an anxious tone, as she picked him up, `I hope no bones are broken?’
`None to speak of,’ the Knight said, as if he didn’t mind breaking two or three of them. `The great art of riding, as I was saying, is — to keep your balance properly.”