24 min.
Alice And The Jabberwocky
Part 1.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.
Once again, Alice found herself in her bedroom, feeling rather mimsy indeed.
Every day now, at two o’clock, she would sit at her desk reading a book, for Alice was always reading a new book these days.
On Mondays, Alice would peer up from the page, and out through the windowsill, out into the rain—the constant rain—attempting to locate precisely where the gray buildings end, and where the gray sky begins. Tuesdays would find Alice dangling precariously from her nose as it folded itself deeper and deeper between the pages of a new theorem, a critique, a rebuttal, a retraction, or a stanza of Greek poetry. On Wednesdays, Alice would lean back…