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Lewis Caroll was a mathematics professor who stuttered when in the presence of anyone except young children.

LC took the 3 young daughters of his boss on a boat ride down a canal on July 4, 1862, in a rowboat traveling on the canal from Folly Bridge, Oxford, to Godstow for a picnic outing, 10-year-old Alice asked Charles Dodgson (who wrote under the pen name Lewis Carroll) to entertain her and her sisters, Edith (aged 8) and Lorina (13), with a story. As the Reverend Robinson Duckworth rowed the boat, Dodgson told the girls a story about Alice and her adventures after she fell down a rabbit-hole into Wonderland.

At the end of the day, the children begged him to write down the story for them. So he did.

– Season 3, episode 1, Great Canal Journeys, London to the Sea (Amazon Prime)

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
by Lewis Carrol, 1871

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July—

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear—

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream—
Lingering in the golden gleam—
Life, what is it but a dream?

(1871, Through the Looking-Glass)

“In ‘A Boat, Beneath a Sunny Sky,’ Carroll conveys the implacability of time through images of its consequences – the ‘paling’ of a ‘sunny sky,’ – the changing of a season, and the loss of wonder or innocence that often accompanies the transition to adulthood.” – Andea Siso

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“Why is it that so many ghosts prefer to travel the halls of night? Ask the living and they will tell you that these spirits either have some unquenched desire or an unaddressed grievance that stirs them from their sleep and sends them out into the world in search of solace.

But the living are so self-centered. Of course they would judge a spirit’s nocturnal wanderings as the product of earthly memories. When in fact, if these restless souls wanted to harrow the bustling avenues of noon, there is nothing to stop them from doing so.

No. If they wander the halls of night, it is not from a grievance with or envy of the living. Rather, it is because they have no desire to see the living at all. Any more than snakes hope to see gardeners, or foxes the hounds. They wander about at night because at that hour they can generally do so without being harried by the sound and fury of earthly emotions. After all those years of striving and struggling, of hoping and praying, of shouldering expectations, stomaching opinions, navigating decorum, and making conversation, what they seek, quite simply, is a little peace and quiet. At least, that is what the count told himself as he drifted down the Hall.”

- A Gentleman in Moscow, p. 123

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