User:Finnius/Jabberwocky
NOTE: Zana Dark...I see that you tried to change this page. I put up the CONSTRUCTION template to let people know that it was being worked on. As much as you might think that you were doing nice little touches to my article, I would really appreciate it if you did not. If I did desire such things, i would ask for proofreading or a PEE review. I suppose that if the CONSTRUCTION HAD EXPIRED you would be free to do so, but it had not. If you want to take over this article, please ask and you can have it. The spelling and wording were DELIBERATE, as any reader of Carroll or Joyce might understand....thank you for your understanding ....Finnius
“I have never gamboled”
“He was always putting his pennis in a sluts maschine”
Preface[edit | edit source]
Little was known about this poem, and was mutually concluded by the rest of the world that the words were just meaningless gibberish. Last month, Noam Chomsky (Professor of Linguistics, MIT), had the rare fortune to actually discover Lewis Carrolls' handwritten journals. The journals were thought to have been destroyed by Ghandi during one of his 'freak-outs', but luckily that was not the case. Working ceaselessly for over 12 minutes, Chomsky finally emerged, sweat-covered and violent, with the re-worked pages in hand. What he now offers the world is a grim tale of modern-day life...and a warning.
The Poem[edit | edit source]
`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.
On the final days of Lewis Carroll[edit | edit source]
The literary circles of the day were deprived of any further writings by Carroll. For, short months after the publication of 'Jabberwocky', the newspapers announced his death. His pre-occupation (some would say 'obsession') with a rogue troupe of pantomime horses during his later years proved his undoing.
- Mary Pickford, a Chevy dealer in Grating, Illinois was present at the time of his quietus:
“Oy vey! That day! It was my cousin's Bris, and he came galloping into the house dressed in that suit. His eyes were flaring, his nostrils were foaming. He started chomping on the bit!”
Reports say that Rabbi Elmer, there to perform the ceremony, took out a knife and with four quick slashes, slew Carroll. The body was never recovered. <insert name here>