Dates me, that blogpost-title. I know.
Well, if you've been following this blog over the last couple of months you'll know I've been teaching a course on Childrens' Literature at my gaff this term, and posting thoughts on course texts here, or hereabouts, as I've been going along (Rousseau; Gebruder Grimm; Farrar's Eric; Kingsley's Watterbabbies). Right: the next course-text up is Carroll's Alice books, and over the last few days I've been trying to get my ducks in a row with respect to Wonderland and Looking-Glass both. It's proving much harder than I thought it would, for this is the first of the course texts that I truly loved, with a deep and abiding passion, as a child -- and which I still love. So, hmm-yeah, getting critical distance upon it is proving tricky. And disposing my thoughts into snappily framed readable-means-short blogposts is turning out to be beyond me on this one. Accordingly, the rest of this week will involve a series of linked posts, some of which will be lengthy, about these two bewitching novels. Ain't promising nothing, mind.
He thought he saw an elephant
ReplyDeleteThat played upon the fife
He looked again
And found it was
A letter from his wife...