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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson Was A Clairvoyant Printer friendly page Print This
By Paul Richard Harris and Lewis Carroll
Axis of Logic
Monday, Nov 5, 2018

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson is best known to the world as Lewis Carroll. His pen name was chosen for him by his editor out of a group of names Dodgson suggested himself (all plays on Latin translations that are too tedious to enumerate here). It isn't entirely clear why he elected to use a pseudonym although most likely it was to separate his fictional works from his serious writing (12 books on various aspects of mathematics as well as a book on vivisection) and the fact he was a church deacon.

When he penned the words below (1871, appearing in Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There) he could not have realized that they would describe so perfectly the level of intellect and debate in the United States.

The man was a genius - reading these words today, it is obvious that they make more sense than the USA ever does. Somehow, though, that is not comforting.
You can just picture Donald Trump saying every one of these words. And swearing they are absolutely true.
- prh, ed.


’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.

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