A friend joked this morning, "O joyous day", and it made my mind go to frabjousness, and this put my father's voice in my head. Dad recited a mean Jabberwocky, and it is only in his wonderfully gravelly voice I can hear that poem. He always spoke gently when it got to the Tumtum tree, but his voice was low, was thick with drama when he spoke that piece.
We never did video his rendition, but I can hear him so well.
I thanked my friend for putting that in my mind's ear.
No day with some Jabberwocky in it can be all bad.
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