Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (January 27, 1832 - January 14, 1898), better known by his pen name, Lewis Carroll, was an English writer, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer. His most famous writings are Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel, Through the Looking-Glass, as well as the poems "The Hunting of the Snark" and "Jabberwocky," all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. He is noted for his facility at word play, logic, and fantasy, and there are societies in many parts of the world (including the United Kingdom, Japan, the United States, and New Zealand dedicated to the enjoyment and promotion of his works and the investigation of his life. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
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Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die.
Everything's got a moral, if you can only find it.
I suppose every child has a world of his own- and every man, too, for the matter of that. I wonder if that's the cause for all the misunderstanding there is in Life?
If you want to inspire confidence, give plenty of statistics– it does not matter that they should be accurate, or even intelligible, so long as there is enough of them.
In some ways, you know, people that don't exist, are much nicer than people that do.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backward.
Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up.
JABBERWOCKY
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found
There, 1872)
'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.
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Jabber-Whacky
Or
On Dreaming, After Falling Asleep Watching TV
by Isabelle Di Caprio
(published in MAD magazine, circa 1963)
Twas Brillo and G.E. Stoves
Did Proctor-Gamble in the Glade
All
Pillsbury were the Tasty Loaves
And in a Minute Maid
"Beware the Station Break, my son,
The voice that lulls, the ads
that vex,
Beware the Doctor's Claim and shun
That horror called
Brand-X!"
He took his Q-Tip swab in hand,
Long time the Tension Headache fought,
So
Dristan he by a Mercury,
And Bayer break'd in thought.
And as in Bufferin Gulf he stood,
The Station Break, with Rise of
Tame,
Came Wisking through the Pride-hazed wood,
And Cream-Rinsed
as it came!
"Buy one, buy two, we're almost through!"
The Q-Tip Dash
went Spic-and-Span,
He Tide Airwick, and with Bisquick,
Went
Aero-Waxing Ban.
"And hast thou Dreft the Station Break?
Ajax the Breck, Excedrin
boy,
Oh Fab wash day! Cashmere Bouquet!"
He Handi-wrapped
with Joy.
Twas Brillo and G.E. Stoves
Did Proctor-Gamble in the Glade
All
Pillsbury were the Tasty-Loaves
And in a Minute Maid.
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