|One winter night at half past nine,|
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,
Was waiting in the study.
Lewis Carroll, Phantasmagoria, Canto I, The Trystyng
For the last two days my small universe is suffering a kind of brutal collapse. Here came The Complete Illustrated Lewis Carroll by Wordsworth Editions. 1160 pages full of tiny ideas should take me somewhere far far from reality. I entered this bookstore and I couldn’t leave the book there. So I paid it and I took it with me. The question for now is will I be tricky enough to steal some time for it?
Which is your favourite Lewis Carroll's story?