I'm so happy to be finally released from the prison of children's picture books. We finished Charlotte's Web last week; this week is Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark. It doesn't make any real sense to the girls, but it doesn't need to. It sails on the strength of the rhythms, the sounds of the words. Lewis Carrol was a genius.
These stanzas in particular made the girls laugh last night.
He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"
While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese."
Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland is next. I cannot wait.