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To: Natedog who wrote (87942)	8/12/2011 10:13:12 PM
From: E. Charters	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 233807

I am slowly losing hold of my original and better self and becoming inexorably incorporated into my second and worse. I had a song upon my lips as I compounded the draught, and as I drank it, I pledged the dead man. The pangs of transformation had not done tearing me before myself, with streaming tears of gratitude and remorse, had fallen upon my knees and lifted my clasped hands to god. The veil of self indulgence was rent form head to foot, I saw my life as a whole: I followed it up from the days of childhood, when I had walked with my father's hand, and through the self denying toils of my professional life, to arrive again and again with the sense of unreality, at the demand horrors of the evening. He is quiet and small, he is black From his ears to the tip of his tail; He can creep through the tiniest crack, He can walk on the narrowest rail. He can pick any card from a pack, He is equally cunning with dice; He is always deceiving you into believing That he's only hunting for mice. He can play any trick with a cork Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste; If you look for a knife or a fork And you think it is merely misplaced-- You have seen it one moment, and then it is gawn! But you'll find it next week lying out on the lawn. The Musical Cats was based on the TS Eliot book Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. Which leads us to Memories: youtube.com Snicker Snatch went the Vorpal Blade. '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.