Chapter Two

Apr. 3rd, 2009 10:23 am
valadilenne: (Valadilenne)
[personal profile] valadilenne


“While I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree,” said the Hatter…
This is a direct reference to the poem “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer.

Right, then, serious business.
HTTR IZ SRS BZNSS

It was a reprehensible outburst from someone who knew better from the likes of M.E.W. Sherwood et cetera.
M.E.W. Sherwood was the Emily Post of Alice’s day—she would have been made to study etiquette books as she grew up; all part of Victorian manners.

“…I shall go directly to the house, pack my things, and be on the evening train for Westgate, I assure you.”
Westgate was one of the English seaside resorts that became popular throughout the 19th century. The others were Margate, and if you’ve read or seen Pride and Prejudice, you’ll recognize the name Ramsgate from where Georgiana Darcy and George Wickham attempted to elope before Mr. Darcy caught them. Westgate was fairly new and popular in the 1870s/1880s, because it had really begun to develop in the 1860s.

It was the kind of noise that was a cross between a distant beehive and the noise one makes when blowing bubbles through a straw into a glass of milk.
Of course this is the Thing in the Forest. Have you ever blown bubbles into a glass of milk? You really should try it, it makes the best sound ever. Even better if it’s a glass of ice water.

”Putting it splendidly, I declare: 'What, and the soul alone deteriorates?’”
The line he quotes is from Robert Browning’s “Cleon.” I don’t profess to understand it—what I can remember is that the Greek poet Cleon wrote many poems dedicated to kings and statesmen but felt spiritually empty and worried about where his soul would go. The Hatter uses it to refer to how hungry he and Alice are.

Lemon and cinnamon, she thought.
It’s purposely very very subtle, but I think that’s what he smells like. Tart and zingy and very odd but delightful all the same.

“I say, close to the Scroobious Road but not so far as the Lane, mind you…”
“The Scroobious Pip” was a poem by Edward Lear, a nonsense poet during the Victorian era. He didn’t finish it because he died partway through, but Ogden Nash finished it in the 1960s. It’s about an animal that defies logic and explanation, and all the other animals try to figure out what it is, but they can’t make sense of it. The implication is that the tea party takes place somewhere near that path in the forest.

Find yourself over here, said one pointing to the left.
The signs in the movie point this way and that, giving generally bad directions.

“Stand by to counsel and advise, my dear boy. The plot has thickened.”
I’m a horrible, awful thief. This is lifted near direct from The Code of the Woosters by Wodehouse, and the original line goes: 'Jeeves,' I said, 'stand by to counsel and advise. The plot has thickened.'

“Thickened like gelatin or thickened like starch and water, except for that when you grab at the stuff it's quite turgid but the instant you pause to ponder at life it turns back into water.”
He’s thinking of the classic non-Newtonian Fluid, which does exactly that. It acts like water until you put stress on it, and then it turns into a solid. You really can walk on it, too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2XQ97XHjVw

“We've run out of cheese muffins.”
Cheese muffins are delicious. Also: the March Hare is insane.

Profile

valadilenne: (Default)
Valadilenne

May 2009

S M T W T F S
     12
34 56789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags