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There was once a young man of OportoWho daily got shorter and shorter;The reason he saidWas the hod on his head,Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.His sister, called Lucy O’Finner,Grew constantly thinner and thinner;The reason was plain —She slept out in the rain,And was never allowed any dinner.—Lewis Carroll, Useful and Instructive Poetry (1845)

There was once a young man of Oporto
Who daily got shorter and shorter;
The reason he said
Was the hod on his head,
Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.

His sister, called Lucy O’Finner,
Grew constantly thinner and thinner;
The reason was plain —
She slept out in the rain,
And was never allowed any dinner.

—Lewis Carroll, Useful and Instructive Poetry (1845)

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“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.” “I don’t much care where –” “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Happy Birthday to one of our favorite writers: Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.  Dodgson was born on January 27, 1832 in the little parsonage of Daresbury in Cheshire near the towns of Warrington and Runcorn.  His novels Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass are those rare books that you can read dozens of times and discover something new each time.

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Happy Birthday to one of our favorite writers: Charles Lutwidge Dodgson.  Dodgson was born on January 27, 1832 in the little parsonage of Daresbury in Cheshire near the towns of Warrington and Runcorn.  His novels Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking-Glass are those rare books that you can read dozens of times and discover something new each time.

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JABBERWOCKYby Lewis Carroll`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,  And the mome raths 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 its head  He went galumphing back.“And, has 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 mome raths outgrabe.(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

JABBERWOCKY
by Lewis Carroll

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths 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 its head
  He went galumphing back.

“And, has 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 mome raths outgrabe.

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

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