By, of course, Lewis Carroll, who grew up in the rectory at Croft just a
couple of miles from Darlington here. He's supposed to have based the poem
on the local legend of the Sockburn Worm --
http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:MGJHyo-efl4J:www.thenortheast.fsnet.co.uk/Darlington%2520and%2520the%2520Tees%2520Vale.htm+%22Sockburn+Worm%22&hl=en&gl=uk&ct=clnk&cd=2
Just in case anyone's interested.
And I reckon that url must be nearly as long as the creature was!
joanna
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From: "Roger Day" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, March 23, 2006 4:55 PM
Subject: Re: snap (Lawrence)
> 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 outgrab
>
> On 3/23/06, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> > :-)
>> >
>> >
>> >> oh my beamish boy!
>> >>
>> >> L
>>
>> I am suffering a California lingual dislocation gap here! Whatever can be
>> the charmed implication/meaning of "beamish" here!
>>
>> Chip, chip
>>
>> Stephen
>>
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