ITS PEN NAME WAS LEWIS CARROLL – Charles L. Dodgson: write and create games, as a child

He, the young adult Charles, had curly brown hair and blue or grey eyes, was about 1.83 m tall and slender.Throughout his life, he would suffer strange attacks of memory (this sounds like the writer may have suffered from epilepsy). From a young age, he wrote poetry and short stories. He, the Victorian author Lewis Carroll was born in, 1832, in Cheshire, and remains one of the most popular English writers. His legacy has become a very controversial one, about the fixation which the author seemed to have with very young female children. In 1856, he took up the new art form of photography, and soon excelled at the art. https://www.amazon.com/Complete-Stories-Poems-Lewis-Carroll/dp/0517220776

His famous work, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvS-Mu5gAZM stands as one of the most beloved children’s books. From a early age, he was a performer and a storyteller. He would spend hours putting together marionette performances and magic shows. In his college, he became a mathematical lecturer, continuing in that occupation until 1881. In the interim between his early published writing and the success of the Alice books, Dodgson began to move in the pre-Raphaelite social circle, knowing Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

DEDICATION – Poem by Lewis Carroll

Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, eager she wields her spade; yet loves as well rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask the tale he loves to tell. Rude spirits of the seething outer strife, unmeet to read her pure and simple spright, deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life, empty of all delight! Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled. Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy, the heart-love of a child! Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more! Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days, albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore, yet haunt my dreaming gaze!

JABBERWOCKY – Poem by Lewis Carroll

‘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, nd stood a while 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! Oh 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 outgrabe.

ECHOES – Poem by Lewis Carroll

Lady Clara Vere de Vere was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer: Of me she shall not win renown: For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her down. “Sisters and brothers, little Maid? There stands the Inspector at thy door: Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four.” “Kind words are more than coronets,” She said, and wondering looked at me: “It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea.”