Lewis Carroll
Lewis Carroll
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, 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, its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, which includes the poem "Jabberwocky", and the poem The Hunting of the Snark, all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. He is noted for his facility at word play, logic, and fantasy. There are societies in many parts of the world dedicated to the...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth27 January 1832
CityDaresbury, England
There is no use trying, said Alice; one can't believe impossible things. I dare say you haven't had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes.
They told me you had been to her, / And mentioned me to him: / She gave me a good character, / But said I could not swim.
She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.
You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.
'Write that down,'' the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.
''Write that down,'' the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.
But I dont want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.'Oh, you cant help that,' said the Cat. 'Were all mad here. Im mad. Youre mad.''How do you know Im mad?' said Alice.'You must be, said the Cat. 'or you wouldnt have come here.'
'Begin at the beginning,' the King said, very gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'
In the midst of the word he was trying to say / In the midst of his laughter and glee, / He had softly and suddenly vanished away - / For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.
Child of the pure, unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale
How doth the little crocodile / Improve his shining tail, / And pour the waters of the Nile,/ On every golden scale!
He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger - and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes.
But then,' thought Alice. 'shall I never get any older than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way--never to be an old woman--but then--always to have lessons to learn!