The next excerpt from my PYI keynote in a series that started in December 2011…
All the bits of sock fluff I’ve inspected so far have come from socks worn in the second half of my life. I’m now going to pull out a few bits of fluff from the first half of my life. I think you’ll agree that it follows well after these thoughts about the first and second half of my life – so far.
This is a poem I could recite by heart when I was nine years old.
No one made me memorize “Father William” by Lewis Carroll. I just wanted to because I liked it. I still do.
Here’s another of my favourite poems from even earlier in my life. I came to know it, and “Father William” too, through a big fat book called The Illustrated Treasury of Children’s Literature. It has a light blue, hard cover and a dark blue spine, and an inscription inside it reveals that it was a gift to my brother in 1955 but it somehow, some years ago, came to be in my possession. Don’t tell him. I don’t want to have to give it back.
That’s “The Goops”, originally from Goops and How to Be Them by Gelett Burgess.