James Urie (castout) wrote in characterlist,
@ 2008-07-20 01:56:00

Current mood:	curious
Entry tags:	james urie

I'm not the man my father wanted me to be; I'm so much better.
A week after I left home I reached the royal city with no money and no one to go to. I was wandering the dark middle layer, not metaphorically between the dark and the light, but literally skirting the edges. I reached into my pocket, looking for enough money for a place to stay for the evening and found this instead, a torn page from one of the books I loved and my father never respected. It won't buy me anything--put food in my stomach, or a roof over my head--but it's worth the weight of my future, worth a freight zeppelin's haul.

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

Is there anything that uplifts you, even though other people think it's silly?

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	sdgreen 2008-07-20 09:12 pm UTC (link)
	It's about a cocky guy who everyone expects will win the game for them, and then he...doesn't. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	castout 2008-07-20 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	That sounds...interesting actually. Not the kind of fable people usually tell. I like it. What happens to him? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sdgreen 2008-07-20 09:54 pm UTC (link)
	That's the end. The last stanza of the poem is: Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	castout 2008-07-20 11:50 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, that is sad. There were many hopes riding on his shoulders I imagine. That's a hard thing. Having one person look up to you can weigh you down. Having to hold up the hopes of many can be devestating. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sdgreen 2008-07-21 01:28 am UTC (link)
	It's not a true story, though I'm sure there are people in the world who know how he feels. It can be tough, definitely. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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