The further off from England the nearer is to France-_x000D_ _x000D_ Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Lewis CarrollRead
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Interpretation
This quote is a playful use of language that showcases imagination and absurdity.
The quote is a famous stanza from Lewis Carroll's poem 'Jabberwocky,' which is known for its whimsical and nonsensical language. It exemplifies the use of invented words and creative imagery, inviting readers to explore the boundaries of language and meaning, while celebrating the joy and freedom of imagination.
In practice
This quote could be used in a creative writing workshop to inspire participants to embrace absurdity in their writing.
The further off from England the nearer is to France-_x000D_ _x000D_ Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.
So she was considering in her own mind...whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up & picking the daisies.
Once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.
Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.
Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), `you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.' And what does IT live on?' Weak tea with cream in it.' A new difficulty came into Alice's head. `Supposing it couldn't find any?' she suggested. Then it would die, of course.' But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully. It always happens,' said the Gnat.
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness.
Artists live with God β but give their little finger to Satan. I sleep with the angels and dream of the devil.
Since the model he so faithfully copies is not going to be hung up next to the picture... it is of no interest whether it is an accurate copy of the model.
The most difficult thing for me is a portrait. You have to try and put your camera between the skin of a person and his shirt.
The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.
I think architecture becomes interesting when it has a double character, that is, when it is as simple as possible but, at the same time as complex as possible
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