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LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE. |
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And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwoch, with eyes of flame,
Game 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 shin the Jabberwockf Come to my arms, my beamish boy !
0 frabjous day ! Callooh ! Callay ! " He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy tones Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
" It seems very pretty," she said when she had finished it, "but it's rather hard to understand!" (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) " Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas------only I
don't exactly know what they are ! However, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate------"
"But oh!" thought Alice, suddenly jumping |
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