Day 3 — NaBloPoMo November Challenge (192 words)
Before I delve into Lewis Carroll’s mysterious diary, I’ll elaborate on Dodgson’s career for my own edification. He worked primarily in the fields of geometry, linear and matrix algebra, mathematical logic (and recreational mathematics) while producing nearly a dozen books on those topics under his real name.
Dodgson took up the new art form of photography in 1856, the same year Henry Liddell became Dean of the Christ Church College at Oxford, where Dodgson lectured for 26 years.
It was also the year he published his first piece of work under the pseudonym Lewis Carroll — a romantic poem called “Solitude”. The last two stanzas may foreshadow his affection for young girls, or at least it does so on this post.
Ye golden hours of Life’s young spring,
Of innocence, of love and truth!
Bright, beyond all imagining,
Thou fairy-dream of youth!
I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day.
NOTE: I’m still following Karolyn Leach’s lead albeit in meandering fashion.