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[ten-dash-six.livejournal.com]

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves . . .

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[gene-k-siskel.livejournal.com]

*Though Gene Siskel listened politely, he was already reciting in his head, '...did gyre and gimbel in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves...' Because really, who didn't know that poem by heart?*

[ten-dash-six.livejournal.com]

. . . did gyre and gimbel in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgrabe!

Mind you, raths only outgabe when they're very mome--you know!

[gene-k-siskel.livejournal.com]

*Siskel was startled and momentarily thrown by the sudden digression*

So they don't make that sound unless they're really lost? I never assumed that about raths.

[ten-dash-six.livejournal.com]

It's not an assumption, it's a fact. I asked one about it once, and he said--he'd come to tea, you know--he said he never outgrabed at all, save for one time when he found himself in the Garden of Houses. And an elephantfly had startled him horribly.

[gene-k-siskel.livejournal.com]

You don't say. What about the other raths though? How often do they find themselves mome? And why on earth were the borogoves so mimsy that day?

...I'm sorry. Please carry on.

And more tomorrow?

[ten-dash-six.livejournal.com]

They're fairly often mome--they tend to rush about, you see, and don't look where they're going.

Borogoves are generally mimsy, I'm afraid--their legs are too thin, you know, and they're so very moody.

But where are you from, that you don't know all this already.

Re: And more tomorrow?

[gene-k-siskel.livejournal.com]

Well, as my ignorance might suggest, I'm from pretty far off. It's a place called Chicago, and it's much further away than even Alice's home town. So naturally I've been limited only to textbook knowledge of this place so far. But I hope to pick up the rest of this as I go along.

Now, you left off telling me about outgribing mome raths?

I managed to get a bit more time, yay

[ten-dash-six.livejournal.com]

Textbook knowledge, eh? You must be from up the rabbit hole, then.

How frabjous! We never get new visitors, and of course we can't go visiting on account of having to finish our tea, which takes an awful while when you're on bad terms with Time . . .