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Summary

This document is page 136 from a book or publication titled 'Are the Androids Dreaming Yet?' containing the full text of Lewis Carroll's poem 'The Jabberwocky' along with an illustration. While the content is literary fiction, the document bears a Bates stamp 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015826', indicating it was processed as evidence in a US House Oversight Committee investigation.

People (3)

Name Role Context
Lewis Carroll Author
Author of the poem 'The Jabberwocky' printed on the page.
Beamish boy Fictional Character
Protagonist in the poem.
Father Fictional Character
Speaker in the poem warning the son.

Organizations (1)

Name Type Context
House Oversight Committee
Inferred from the Bates stamp 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015826' at the bottom of the page.

Locations (3)

Location Context
Fictional setting in the poem.
Fictional setting in the poem.
Fictional setting in the poem.

Key Quotes (2)

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!"
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"Are the Androids Dreaming Yet?"
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Full Extracted Text

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136
Are the Androids Dreaming Yet?
The Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
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.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky
HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015826

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