And Hast Thou Slain the Jabberwock?

When I was child I learned by heart the Lewis Carroll poem the Jabberwocky. If you are not familiar with it it goes as seen below. I loved it. But why did it come to mind today? Well today I learned that I had not slain one of my Jabberwockies. For 2 hours today I was overwhelmed by that figure from my past who will be buried on Tuesday. I thought I had slain that demon in 2007 and in March this year. I was wrong.


Fortunately I snapped out of it am now focussed on my date with destiny tomorrow. As a measure of being back in control I am listening to music from that time as I write.

Tomorrow will come soon enough and we may know the answer to the question I posed on here some months ago, should I stay of should I go.

Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)        from Through the Looking Glass                     Jabberwocky     '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,             And stood awhile in thought.     And, as in uffish thought he stood,         The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,     Came wiffling 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!     O 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. I Heard a Voice.