've always been more of an “Alice in Wonderland” girl, never was able to see anything good in the Wizard of Oz. I can remember hating the later and loving the former as a child. I also remember watching Alice with my best friend in childhood and thinking how cool it was for Alice that she could fall into a dream world with such interesting characters. I read the story is filled with allusions to Carroll’s friends and if that’s true, he must never have been bored. The story easily satisfies two things that I love and have always been drawn to, dreamers and eccentrics. Basically, people like myself I guess. I have never really considered myself eccentric although some version of that word has been used to describe me at one time or another. I think it’s just because I move in the direction that feels right to me, even if it doesn’t always make sense to others. At any rate, I will always come down on the side of dreamers, the unique souls who add to the worlds color, not to blend in but rather to stand out.
The following is a stanza from Lewis Carroll’s poem, “All in the Golden Afternoon” – where he tells of the afternoon boat ride when he improvised the tale which became “Alice” for the 3 daughters of Henry George Liddell.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland
Thus slowly, one by one
Its quaint events were hammered out ~
And now the tale is done
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun
Alice! A childish story take
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where childhood dreams are twined~
In memory’s mystic band
Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers
Plucked in far-off land