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ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank
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So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot
day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" (When she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but, when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her, and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything: then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves : here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down ajar from one of the shelves as she passed : it was labeled 'Orange Marmalade' but to her great disappointment it was empty : she did not like to drop the jar, for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. "Well!" thought Alice to herself "After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down-stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home ![br /]
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Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? "I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud. "I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think" (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the school-room, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) "yes that's about the right distance-but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?" (Alice had not the slightest idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to say.)[br /]
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Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall fall fight through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The antipathies, I think-" (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) "-but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand? Or Australia?" (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke fancy, curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) "And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask : perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere."[br /]
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Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. "Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!" (Dinah was the cat.) I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?" And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy son of way, "Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?" and sometimes "Do bats eat cats?" for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter, which way she put it.[br /]
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She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and was saying to her, very earnestly, "Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?" when suddenly, thump! thump! Down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. 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 comer, "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" She was close behind it when she turned the comer, 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 three-legged table, all made of solid glass : there was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice's 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 rat-hole: 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 out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.[br /]
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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, I'll look first," she said, "and see whether it's marked 'poison' or not"; for she had read several nice little stories about children who had got burnt, 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 red-hot 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 cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffy, and
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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, there's 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 it's no use now," thought poor Alice, "to pretend to be two people! Why, there's 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, I'll 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 I'll get into the garden, and I don't 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 out-of-the-way 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.[br /]
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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was born in Daresbury, Cheshire on January 27, 1832. His father Charles Dodgson was a charming Rector of Daresbury, later a canon and still later an archdeacon. His mother Frances Jane Lutwidge was a gentle and a shadowy person. Charles I was the eldest son, though he was third among the 11 children. Following is the sequence of the Dodgson children -Menella Dodgson, Elizabeth, Charles Lutwidge, Caroline, Mary, Sheffington Humo, Wilfred Longley, Louisa, Margaret, Henrietta and Edwin Heron.[br /]
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Charles, even as a child, had been bubbling with ideas and was very clever. He was both a romantic and a rationalist. His romance, however, was grounded in logic and mathematics.[br /]
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The Dodgson children, living as they did in an isolated country village, had few friends outside the family. Yet they found little difficulty in entertaining themselves. Young Charles always showed a great aptitude for inventing games and amusing all. He made a train with railway stations in the Rectory garden. He played a conjurer in a brown wig and a long white robe and he made a troupe of marionettes and a stage with the aid of the family and a village carpenter. He wrote short plays and manipulated the string. The most popular of his writings then was The Tragedy of King John.[br /]
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He also made pets of snails and toads and tried to promote modern warfare among earthworms by giving them small pieces of clay pipes as weapons. He and his siblings were first taught at home and later enrolled into private schools, such as Richmond. This was followed by college preparatory and public schools. After attending the Richmond School, Charles proceeded to Rugby school. He disliked his four years at the public school, due to innate shyness and also because he was bullied there. He also endured several illnesses, one of which left him deaf in one ear. During his childhood, he liked one schoolmaster about whom he wrote later: "I loved my kind old schoolmaster" who was then said to be only in his forties. His name was Mr Tate. His first name has not come down to us. One of the few surviving documents of Charles' school days is a letter, probably his first, to his sisters from Richmond. While it is, no doubt, humorous, it also has a tinge of pathos.[br /]
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I hope you are all getting on well, as also the Sweet twins, the boys I think that I like the best, are Harry Austin and all the Tates of which there are of beside a little girl who came down to dinner the first day, but not since…The boys have played two tricks upon me which were these - they first proposed to play at 'King of the Cobbler's and asked if I would be king, to which I agreed.[br /]
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When Charles moved to Croft at the age of 12, one notable thing was the beginning of 'Rectory Magazine' to which all family members were supposed to contribute. In fact, Charles wrote nearly all those that survive, beginning with 'Useful and Instructive Poetry' (1845 published 1954) and 'Mischmasch' (1853-62, published with 'The Rectory Umbrella in 1962).[br /]
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An interesting fact about his parents was that they were first cousins and deeply religious. His family was pre-dominantly Northern English with an Irish connection. They were conservative Anglican, High Church, upper middle class, and were inclined towards two good professions of the army and Church. His great-grandfather Charles Dodgson also had risen through the ranks of the church to become a bishop. His grandfather, another Charles, had been an army captain, killed most romantically in action in 1803 while his two sons were still kids. The elder of these - yet another Charles (Lewis's father), reverted to the other family business and took holy orders. He went to the Westminster School, and then to Oxford. He was 'mathematically brilliant' and won an astonishing double first. It could have been turned into a prelude to a brilliant career. Instead, he married his cousin Lewis or Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's mother in 1827.[br /]
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Young Charles grew up as a bright and articulate boy. In the early years he was educated at home. His 'reading lists', preserved in the family, testify to a precocious intellect. At the age of seven, the child read The Pilgrim's Progress. It is said he was left-handed and often suffered severe psychological trauma by being forced to counteract but there is no documentary evidence. It is also said that Charles used to stammer. His mother had died of 'Inflammation of the Brain'. Perhaps it was meningitis or a stroke, at the age of 47.[br /]
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Later on, his seven years at Rugby constituted a marking time for him and a slow downward slide for his school. Charles with his natural love for excellence suffered from every manifestation of the old Adam. His ingenious mind never rested from the problem of finding a way out without damaging the beloved box. He kept no dairy at school - all we have is this note of 1855 : During my stay I made I suppose some progress in learning of various kinds, but none of it was done 'Con amore', and I spent an incalculable time writing out impositions - this last I consider one of the chief faults of Rugby School. I made some friends there…but I cannot say that I look back upon life at a Public School with any sensations of pleasure, or that any earthly consideration could induce me to go through my three years again."[br /]
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After Rugby, he was taught by his father for a year, during which time he also matriculated from Christ Church, Oxford (May 23, 1850). He went into residence as an undergraduate there on January 24, 1851. Charles excelled in his mathematical and classical studies in 1852. On the strength of his performance in examinations, he was nominated to a studentship (called a scholarship in other colleges). Apart from the loss of his parents, his life moved smoothly and quickly. He took a BA and MA, a Boulter scholarship, a Bostoch scholarship, first class honors in mathematics, second in 'Classical Moderations', third (but still honors) in history and philosophy. He was made a Student of Christ Church, as said before. Later he became the sub-librarian. He was later appointed as a lecturer in mathematics, full member of the teaching staff. He became a deacon of the Church of England and Climax Curator of the Common Room, a sort of club steward.[br /]
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Young Charles Dodgson was about six feet tall, slender and handsome 'in a soft focussed dreamy sort of way' with curly brown hair and blue eyes. At the age of 17, he suffered a severe attack of whooping cough, which left him with poor hearing in his right ear and was probably responsible for his chronically weak chest in later life. The only overt defect he carried into adulthood was what he referred to as his 'hesitation' - a stammer he had acquired in early childhood. It would plague him through his life. His stammering also seems to be a potent part of myth. It is a part of the mythology that Carroll only stammered in adult company but was free and fluent with children. Though there is no evidence to support this.[br /]
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Although the stammering troubled him and obsessed him sometimes, it was never enough to stop him from using other qualities to do well in society. He was naturally gregarious and strong enough to relish attention and admiration. At a time when people devised their own amusements, and singing and recitation were required for social status, this youth was well equipped as an engaging entertainer. He could sing tolerably well and was not afraid to do so in front of an audience. He was adept at mimicry and story telling. He was also ambitious. He wanted to make a mark in this world in some way, as a writer, as an artist. The scholastic career was only a stopgap to other rare exciting achievements.[br /]
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While studying, he continued to write and compiled a scrapbook of his best writings, called 'Mischmasch'. It included a four-line verse, entitled 'Stanza of Anglo-Saxon Poetry', that was to become the first verse of his later nonsense poem Jabberwocky. Starting in 1858, Charles prepared himself for Holy Orders, attending the Cuddleston Theological College till his ordination as a deacon in December 1861. He intended to become a priest but never pursued the theological road further. His career, as a logician, made him write about a sermon : "We believe that Bible is true, because our Holy Mother, the church tells us it is. I pity the unfortunate clergyman, if he is even bold enough to enter any Young Men's Debating Club."[br /]
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In 1860, Dodgson published his first two mathematical textbooks and by February 1861, had completed another and started on four more. He also contributed to the magazine 'The Train', signing as 'BB'. Edmund Yates, its editor, asked Dodgson for a full pseudonym. Dodgson sent him a list of names like Edgan Cuthwellis, Edgas UC Westhall and Lewis Carroll. Yates chose the last of them.[br /]
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Besides writing, Charles was also known for fine photography of children and adults in 1857. Charles's photography opened up other avenues for him. While at Croft, he photographed the niece of Tennyson's wife, Agnes Grace Weld. The great poet called one of the photographs of the girl, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, 'a gem' and this comment encouraged Charles to seek out Tennyson at Trent Lodge in the Lake District. In May 1859 and in April 1862, Charles stayed at Freshwater on the Isle of Wight where Tennyson lived. During the first visit, Charles managed to get Tennyson to sit for a photo-session. On the second visit, Tennyson was too busy but Charles photographed his sons, Hallam and Lionet. He also had sessions with Ruskin, Faraday and other personalities. He photographed children in every possible costume and situation. Later, he gave up his hobby altogether thinking it was taking too much of his time.[br /]
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Charles had published a number of humorous items in verse and prose and a few serious poems in his youth. The earliest of these appeared anonymously. In March 1856, a poem called Solitude was published. His humorous and other verses were collected in 1869 as Phantasmagoria and other poems and later separated as Ryme and Reason and Three sunsets and other poems. He had also written The Hunting of the Snark, which was a nonsense poem that is rivaled only by the best of Edward Lear.[br /]
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Charles was always a student and throughout his life he excelled in academics. Charles never seemed to have shown any real financial worries. In 1857, he wrote of the year "I began it as poor bachelor student, with no definite plans all expectations; I end it as master and tutor in Christ Church with an income of more than £300 a year. His brothers, Skebbington and Wilfred, followed him at Christ Church, and eventually Edwin too, like Charles and Skebbington, was ordained. Charles's studentship corresponded to a teaching fellowship though "it was not meant to tie him down to lectures and examination". He tutored men who were working for honors in mathematics. Still he was not considered a tutor because he was not responsible for their progress in other subjects.[br /]
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In 1853, two important events took place that had a profound effect on Charles' life. Henry Liddell arrived as the new Dean at Christ Church. Charles was introduced to the Liddell children. Liddell had previously been the head master at Westminster school and was known for his A Greek English Lexicon. He had a son, Harry, and three daughters, Lorina Charlotte and Alice. Charles first came into contact with the Liddell family in August 1855 through the Dean's niece, Fredrila Liddell. Charles was charmed by the little girl and within a couple of days sketched her. He first met the Dean and the rest of his family in February 1856 during a train trip to the Oxford boat races. Two months later, during a photographic session in the Deanery garden, he talked with Alice and the other Liddell children for a long time.[br /]
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Charles built a strong friendship with the Liddell children; he was a frequent visitor to the Deanery for their photographs. In the latter part of 1856, Mrs Liddell asked Charles not to take photographs and he took this as a hint that he was intruding too much. Fortunately, the Liddells took their winter vacation abroad and left the children in the care of their governess, Miss Prickett. The governess allowed Charles to meet the children again as often as he liked and he continued to do so even after their parents returned. He started taking the children to boating trips on the Thames during the summer months. Alice remembered in 1932 that they used to sit on the big sofa on each side of him, while he told them stories, illustrating them by pencil and ink drawings as he went along. He seemed to have an endless store of these fantastic tales, which he made up as he told them, drawing busily on a large sheet of paper all the time. They were not always entirely new. Sometimes, they were new version of old stories, sometimes, they started on the old basis but grew into new tales owing to the frequent interruptions.[br /]
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On July 1862, Charles and his friend Robinson Duckwarth, Fellow of Trinity, rowed the three Liddell children up the Thames from Oxford to Godslow. They went up to Godslow, had tea and rowed back again during which about 80-30 stories had been told with many songs. At the Deanery door, 10-year-old Alice said: "Oh Mr Dodgson, I wish you would write out Alice's adventures for me."[br /]
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A reference to this is found in Dodgson's diary : "I told them the fairy tale of Alice's Adventures Underground, which I undertook to write out for Alice." Charles himself recollected in 1887, how, in a desperate attempt to strike out some new lines of fairy love, he sent his heroine straight down a rabbit-hole without the least idea of what was to happen afterwards. Charles was able to write the story as told but also added an extra adventure that had been told on other occasions. He illustrated it with his own crude but distinctive drawings and gave the finished 'product' to Alice Liddell with no thought of hearing it again. The novelist Henry Kingsley, while visiting the deanery, chanced to pick it up from the drawing room and urged Mrs Liddell to persuade the author to publish it. Charles, surprised at this, consulted his friend George Macdonald, an author of some of the best children's stories. Macdonald took the manuscripts home to be read to his children, and his son Greville aged six, declared that he "wished there were 60,000 volumes of it."[br /]
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Charles then revised it accordingly for publication. He cut out some references to the previous picnic and added more stories told to the Liddells to make up a volume of the desired length. At Duckworth's suggestion, he got introduced to John Tenniel, Punch magazine's cartoonist, whom he commissioned to make illustrations to his specification. The book was published as Alice's Adventures in Wonderland in 1865.[br /]
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The first edition was withdrawn because of bad painting, and only about 21 copies survived. Though the reprint was ready by Christmas in the same year, it was dated 1866 and there is no answer to the mystery of Alice's success. Many explanations have been suggested but like the Mad Hatter's riddle, they are no more than afterthoughts. The book is not an allegory; it has no hidden meaning or message, either religious, political, or psychological, as some have tried to prove. Its only undertone is of a gentle satire on education. Various attempts have been made to solve the 'riddle of Lewis Carroll' himself and these include efforts to prove that he showed symptoms of jealousy when his favored lady came to tell him that they were engaged to be married. He had contemplated marriage with some of them, notably with Alice Liddell. But there is little or no evidence to back this up.[br /]
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The Alice books are frankly dream stories. Both have an elaborate and rather orgiastic nightmarish awakening though only in the first does the dreamer directs the dream. Both use the material of the universal dream as folk tale; their prime value lies in this articulation of the inarticulate impressions of childhood and in their multiple use on several planes simultaneously. This makes them interesting to all ages and cultural levels. Many people, who have read it, fail to notice the plot. The story revolves about the golden key to the enchanted garden and Alice's endless frustrations and wanderings in bypaths until she enters at last, to find the flower. But the place is populated by disagreeable persons attempting to play Croquet under trying circumstances. The garden is an equally rich symbol if we call it adult life viewed by a child or vice versa. The protean Alice with her formulae for growing and shrinking and cutting back and faith across the borders of childhood and maturity, yet remaining always a wise child, is of course Charles himself. He seems increasingly like a maiden aunt with the heart of a girl even with all the satire and the refined cruelties of his verse.[br /]
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It is said that Charles suffered from insomnia. A testimony of Charles' insomnia and the various devices he used to get sleep is included in the book Pillow Problems. He inverted several night writing aids; the best was the Typhlograph, which he later re-christened the Nyctograph. This was a series of cardboard squares in a blind alphabet of his inventions he wrote on the edges and corners of the squares. Since his dream was exiled to the nursery, it gradually split from his acceptable public self. This is the Dodgson-Carroll split. It must finally appear that he did not always present the same two segments. In those long nights of insomnia, the interaction between conscious choice and unconscious desires gradually perfected his poetic instrument. One incident with a friend, Isa, who played Alice on the stage, shows how Charles overtook Lewis Carroll.[br /]
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One afternoon when he had been strolling with her in Christ Church meadows, holding her hand and explaining how rivers flow down hill to the sea, another don came suddenly. Lewis Carroll vanished and the embarrassed Charles emerged for the rest of the walk. She says, "he became difficult to understand and talked in a nervous and preoccupied manner." The shyness and stammering that left him in his house of ease with girl-children, returned abruptly when he was floated back into the adult world.[br /]
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Charles took long walks during the day and often retired fatigued. He had a fair amount of mental work to do but his short hours of sleep seemed to have produced no ill effects. His letters sometimes mention that it was three o'clock, and it is not certain he fell asleep promptly even then. He surely had a constitution that required little sleep but also had some chronic problem.[br /]
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One lady, who was taken out by Charles when she was a child, told Derek Hudson she was rather surprised to be kissed by him in the middle of a performance in a theatre. "As their daughters approached the 'dangerous age' some mothers grew understandably cautious, and Charles' diary for 1880 records that he kissed a girl in that year whom he thought to be 14 but who turned out to be 17. Then he wrote a 'mock apology' and the mother replied sternly "we shall see that it does not occur."[br /]
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Later in his life, Charles attempted a return to the Alice vein but only produced Sylvie and Bruno (1889) and its second volume, Sylvie and Bruno Concluded (1893), which has been described aptly as "one of the most interesting failures in English literature". As a last social gesture, Charles accepted the curatorship of the Common Room in 1882. He resigned in a year but it took eight more years to make the resignation at St. Mary's in Guilford, where he had been visiting his sister in Christmas. On March 7, he preached his only sermon at St. Mary's in Oxford, on two texts, one from the Litany. While he was at Guilford, he offered to give a series of lectures on logic at Abbott's Hospital there.[br /]
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All through his life, Charles had health problems. Like in 1885, he begins to record the scintillating scotma, as it is now called, which he described as 'moving fortification', sometimes accompanied by migraines headache. In 1889 and 1890 he had a series of medications which were finally effective. On March 4, 1892, he succeeded in breaking away. "A memorable day for me. I have long wished to resign the Curatorship, but no success as seemed ready… the sense of relief, at being free from the burdensome office, which has cost me a large amount of time and trouble, is very delightful. I was made Curator in December 1882, so I have held the office more then nine years."[br /]
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Later in 1894, Charles wrote about the death of his friends. In his old age he was more willing to preach. He opened 1897 by treating a boil, first in one knee, then the other, followed by cystitis and lumbago. In 1897, he fainted in the chapel. At that time, he struck his nose to some object and bled profusely.[br /]
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In 1894 he wrote :[br /]
"I am 62, and though I'm in good working order now (I can easily work 10 hours a day) I can't in reason expect many more years of it. At present I'm hard at work (I have been for months) on my Logic book. It has really been on hand for a dozen years" (the 'months' refer to preparing for the press).
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In April 1897, he recorded his '18 mile round," which took five hours and 27 minutes. This was not quite enough, for two months later he bought a 'Whitely Exercises", which pleased him so much that he also bought several for friends.[br /]
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His health and mental faculties were perfect in the beginning of 1898. On January 5, he received the news of the brief illness and death of his brother-in-law. The telegram asked Charles to come to his sister, which he planned to do it the next day. But he suffered from influenza so badly that he could not even recite family prayers. Within a week, he had bronchial symptoms. He asked his sisters to read the hymn of which every stanza ends, "Thy will be done". He was in no sense ready to die -though his work was unfinished his mind was active. His death fits into no pattern of necessity. It was a stab in the dark.[br /]
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On January 13, he said, "Take away those pillows - I shall need them no more." By next afternoon, he was past needing anything and the doctor left the death chamber saying to his sisters, "How young your brother looks!" He was buried in the Guilford cemetery under a simple white cross cut with his name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. And below it, the name of Lewis Carroll united in death.[br /]
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How did Reverent Charles Dodgson, aged 30, lecturer in Geometry at Christ Church, Oxford and popular for precise work, on a single July afternoon while rowing up the Isis with a brother don and three little girls, give birth to one of the most famous stories of all time?[br /]
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There is no final answer. Calling Dodgson a genius would only mean stating the obvious. The freshness in his writings, the symbolism, portraying people's needless interference into the affairs of others, his time and its relevance even today, make him a great writer.[br /]
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Indeed, Charles was a genius and had an unbeatable imagination. On one hand, he produced books on logic and mathematics and on the other, came out with fantastic novels - Alice in Wonderland and Looking Through The Glass. It was an 'amalgam' of science and art, which is rare. Charles was blessed with this and it has catapulted him as a popular writer for children not only during his period but perhaps for all time.[br /]
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[h2]Chronology of Life[/h2][br /]
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[b]January 27, 1832[/b] Born at Daresbury, Cheshire.[br /]
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[b]1844-46[/b] Schooling at Richmond.
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[b]May 23, 1850[/b] Matriculated at Oxford.[br /]
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[b]January 1851[/b] Frances, his mother died.[br /]
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[b]November 1, 1851[/b] Received Boulter Scholarship.[br /]
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[b]1853-56[/b] Comic Times printed his verse.[br /]
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[b]1854[/b] 'Whitby Gazette' published his rhymes.[br /]
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[b]December 18, 1854[/b] Cleared Bachelor of Arts.[br /]
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[b]May 14, 1855[/b] Received Bostock Scholarship.[br /]
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[b]1856[/b] Edited College Rhymes, which printed his A Sea Dirge.[br /]
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[b]March 1856[/b] Pseudonym 'Lewis Carroll' first appeared in The Train.[br /]
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[b]1857[/b] Cleared Masters of Arts.[br /]
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[b]December 22, 1861[/b] Ordained a deacon by Samuel Wilberforce, Bishop of Oxford.[br /]
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[b]July 5, 1862[/b] Started to write Alice's story.[br /]
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[b]December 1867[/b] Aunty Judy's Magazine published Bruno's Revenge - first 'bit' of Sylvie and Bruno.[br /]
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[b]June 21, 1868[/b] Charles Dodgson, his father died.[br /]
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[b]1886[/b] Production of Alice operetta[br /]
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[b]1889[/b] Sylvie and Bruno was staged.[br /]
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[b]January 14, 1898[/b] Death at sister's home in Guildford[br /]
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[h2]Chronology of Works[/h2][br /]
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[b]1845[/b] Useful and Instructive Poetry was completed.[br /]
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[b]1848[/b] The Rectory Magazine was completed.[br /]
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[b]1850-1853[/b] The Rectory Umbrella was completed.[br /]
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[b]1855 - 1862[/b] Mischmasch was completed.[br /]
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[b]1856 - 1857[/b]
The Train was published.[br /]
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[b]1858[/b] The 5th Book of Euclid Treated Algebraically was published.[br /]
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[b]1860[/b] A Syllabus of Plane Algebraic Geometry Systematically Arranged with Formal Definitions, Postulates and Axioms was published.[br /]
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[b]1864[/b] Alice's Adventures Underground was completed.[br /]
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[b]1865[/b] Alice's Adventures in Wonderland was completed.[br /]
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[b]1866[/b] Condensation of Determinants, being a New and Brief Method for computing their Arithmetic Values was published.[br /]
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[b]1867[/b] An Elementary Treatise on Determinants with their Application to Simultaneous Linear Equations and Algebraic Geometry was published.[br /]
Bruno's Revenge was completed.[br /]
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[b]1868[/b] The Fifth Book of Euclid Treated Algebraically related to Commensurable Magnitudes was published.[br /]
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[b][b]1869[/b][/b] Phantasmagoria and other Poems were published.[br /]
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[b]1872[/b] Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There were published.[br /]
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[b]1873[/b] The Enunciations of Euclid I-VI, together with questions on the Definitions, Postulates & Axioms was published.[br /]
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[b]1876[/b] The Hunting of the Snark was published.[br /]
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[b]1879[/b] Euclid and his Modern Rivals was published.[br /]
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[b]1882[/b] Euclid, Book I, II were published.[br /]
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[b]1883[/b] Rhyme ? and Reason ? was published.[br /]
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[b]1885[/b] Supplement to Euclid and his Modern Rivals was published.[br /]
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[b]1885[/b] Supplement to Euclid and His Modern Rivals was published.[br /]
A Tangled Tale was published.[br /]
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[b]1886[/b] Alice's Adventures Underground was published.[br /]
February 1887 The Game of Logic was published.[br /]
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[b]1889[/b] The Nursery Alice was published.[br /]
Sylvie and Bruno was published.[br /]
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[b]1893[/b] Sylvie and Bruno Concluded.[br /]
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[b]1896[/b] Symbolic Logic was published.[br /]
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[b]1898[/b]
Three Sunsets and Other Poems were published.[br /]
Posthumously Published Works[br /]
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[b]1907[/b] Feeding the Mind was published.[br /]
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[b]1932[/b] For the Train was published[br /]
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[b]1932[/b] The Rectory Umbrella and Mischmasch were published.[br /]
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[b]1954[/b] Useful and Instructive Poetry was published.[br /]
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[b]1975[/b] The Rectory Magazine was published.[br /]
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[b]1977[/b] The Wasp in a Wig was published.[br /]
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[b]The Deserted (1867)[/b][br /]
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In peaceful converse with his brother Don [br /]
here at the calm professor wandered on, [br /]
Strange words he used-men drank with wondering ears [br /]
The languages called "dead" the tongues of other years[br /]
A man he was to undergraduate's dear [br /]
And passing rich with forty pounds a year. [br /]
And so, I ween, he would have been till now, [br /]
Had not his friends (there were long to tell you hero) [br /]
Prevailed on him, Jack-Horna-like, to try [br /]
Some method to evaluate his pie, [br /]
And win from those dark depths, with skillful thumb. [br /]
Five times a hundred weight of luscious plum-[br /]
Yet for no thirst of wealth, no love of Praise, [br /]
In learned labor he consumed his days.[br /]
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[b]A Song of Love[/b][br /]
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Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping,[br /]
That lures the bird home to her nest ?[br /]
Or wakes the tired mother, where infant is weeping,[br /]
To cuddle and croon it to rest ?[br /]
What's the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms, [br /]
Till it coos with the voice of the dove ?[br /]
'Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it low - [br /]
And the name of the secret is Love ![br /]
Far I think it is Love[br /]
For I feel it is Love[br /]
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love ![br /]
Say, whence is the voice that, when anger is burning,[br /]
Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease ?[br /]
That stirs the vexed soul with an aching a yearning.[br /]
For the brotherly hand grip of peace"[br /]
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Whence the music that fills all our being - that thrills.[br /]
Around us, beneath, and above ?[br /]
'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes[br /]
But the name of the secret is Love ?[br /]
For I think it is Love[br /]
For I feel it is Love[br /]
Far I'm sure it is nothing but Love ![br /]
Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill[br /]
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Like a picture so fan to the sight ![br /]
That flecker the green meadow with Sunshine and shadow,[br /]
Till the little lambs leap with delight ?[br /]
'Tis a secret untold to heart, cruel and cold,[br /]
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Though 'tis sung by the angels above, In notes that sing clear for the ears that can hear -[br /]
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And the name of the secret in Love[br /]
For I think it is Love[br /]
For I feel it is Love[br /]
Far I'm sure it is nothing but Love.[br /]
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[b]The Hunting of the Snark[/b][br /]
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Just the place for a snark !" the Bell man lived[br /]
As-he-landed his new with care,[br /]
Supporting - each man - on the top of the tide[br /]
By a finger - entwined in his hair[br /]
"Just the place for e-Snark ! I have said it [br /]
That alone should encourage twice the crew[br /]
first the place far snake ! I have said it thrice[br /]
what tell you three times is true.[br /]
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The craw was complete: it included a Boots[br /]
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods[br /]
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes.[br /]
A Broken, to value their goods.[br /]
A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense, [br /]
Might perhaps have and won more than his share[br /]
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense.[br /]
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Had the whole of their cash in his care.[br /]
There was also a Beaua that paced on the deck.[br /]
Or would sit making lace in the bow[br /]
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from week.[br /]
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Though none of the sailors knew how.[br /]
There was one who was farmed for the number of things.[br /]
He forgot when he entered the slip[br /]
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,[br /]
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And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
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He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,[br /]
With his name painted dreary on each.[br /]
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,[br /]
They were all left behind on the beach.[br /]
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because[br /]
He had seven coats on when he came,[br /]
With three pair of boots - but the worst of is was, [br /]
He had wholly forgotten his name.[br /]
He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,[br /]
Such as "Fry, me!" or "Fritter my wig !"[br /]
To "What-you-may-call-un !" or "What-was-his name !"[br /]
But especially "Thig-un-o-jig."[br /]
While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,[br /]
He had different names from these[br /]
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends",[br /]
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese."[br /]
"His form is ungainly - his intellect small."[br /]
(So the Bellman would often remark)[br /]
"But his courage is perfect ! And that, after all,[br /]
Is the thing that one needs with a Snark."[br /]
He would joke with hyaenas, returning their stare [br /]
With an impudent wag of the head[br /]
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear, [br /]
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said[br /]
He came as a Banker, but owned, when too late[br /]
And it drown the poor Bellman half-mad[br /]
He could only bake Bride-cake - for which, I may state,[br /]
no materials were to be had.[br /]
The lost of the crew needs especial remark,[br /]
Though he looked an incredible dance,[br /]
He had just one idea-but, that one being. "Thank",[br /]
The good Bellman engaged him at once.[br /]
He came as a Bulcher, but gravely[br /]
declared the ship had been sailing a week, [br /]
He could only kill Beauers. The Bellman looked scared,[br /]
And was almost two frightened to speak.[br /]
But at length he explained, in a tremellous tone,[br /]
There was only one Beauer on board,[br /]
And that was a tame one he had of his own, [br /]
Whose death would be deeply deplored.[br /]
The Beaver, who happened to hero the remark,[br /]
Portected, with tears in its eyes.[br /]
That not even the rapture of hunting the Snake[br /]
Could atone for that dismal surprise ![br /]
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[b]Jabberwock[/b][br /]
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"Twas britig and the slithy toues[br /]
Rid-gyre and gimble in the wake[br /]
All misy were the boroges,[br /]
and the mome raths outgrave.[br /]
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"Beware the Jabberwock my son ![br /]
the fairs that bite the dows that catch ![br /]
Be aware the Juyub bird and shun.[br /]
The frunmious Bardersnatch ![br /]
He took his royal sword in hand.[br /]
Long time the man come fore he sought -[br /]
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So rested he by the Tum-Tun - tree,[br /]
And stood a while in thought[br /]
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And as in uffish thought he stood,[br /]
The Jabberwock with eyes of frame,[br /]
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,[br /]
And burbled as it came ![br /]
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One two ! One true ! and through and through[br /]
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ![br /]
He left it dead, and with its head[br /]
He went galumphing back.[br /]
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And last thou slain the Jabberwock ![br /]
Come to my arms my beamish body !
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O frakjous day ! Calloh ! Callsy ![br /]
He chortled in his joy[br /]
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T'was brillig and the slitty toues[br /]
Rid-gyre and gimble in the wable[br /]
All minsy were the borograues,[br /]
And the mome raths outgrave.[br /]
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