C. S. Lewis

“I am the product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstair indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wing under the tiles. Also of endless books… There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents’ interests, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not. Nothing was forbidden me. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves…”

Lewis Carroll

Jabberwocky

 

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the momes rath outgrabe.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird and shun,

the frumious Bandersnatch!”

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought-

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

and stood awhile in thought.

 

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock with eyes of flame,

came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

and burbled as it came!

 

One two! one two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead and with it’s head

He went galumphing back.

 

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms my beamish boy,

O frabjous day! Callooh, Callay!”

He  chortled in his joy.

 

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the momes rath outgrabe.

 

(from Through the Looking Glass, I have memorised it)

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