When I was a kid, I loved the book,
Alice In Wonderland. It was fascinating to me, yet scary. Alice eats something and she gets bigger. Then she eats something else and she gets smaller. Bigger, smaller...you never knew what was going to happen to Alice. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that
Alice is NOT a kids' book at all. I think old Lewis Carroll was on some drugs when he wrote that book. (hehe) I mean, come on...the caterpillar smoking the hookah pipe? Just what was in that pipe Mr Caterpillar? And the whole "eat me," "drinke me'" stuff... personally, I would not eat something just because it says "eat me." And just what was the Queen of Hearts' problem with people and their heads anyway? The book was not only far-out, but also pretty dark in some parts. Like, for instance, the whole scene in the woods with the Jabberwocky. Now that was scary!
'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 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 mome raths outgrabe.
Pretty scary poem, huh. And what the heck is a "mome rath" anyway?
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