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
'Begin at the beginning,' the King said, very gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.'
How doth the little crocodile / Improve his shining tail, / And pour the waters of the Nile,/ On every golden scale!
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
He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger - and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes.
I'm very brave generally, he went on in a low voice: only today I happen to have a headache.
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.'
If everybody minded their own business,"" the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, ""the world would go round a deal faster than it does
''If everybody minded their own business,'' the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, ''the world would go round a deal faster than it does.''
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes.
They lived at the bottom of a well - . . . They lived on treacle.
It's as large as life, and twice as natural!
What a strange world we live in...Said Alice to the Queen of hearts
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.
She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.