‘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.
Carroll: ‘And, as in uffish thought he stood’–er, yes?
Child: What’s a Bandersnatch?
Carroll: I haven’t decided yet, but I know that it’s fearsome and it has a taste for children.
Child: Oh!
Carroll: Where was I? Ah–
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
[A child gasps]
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.
Children: Ugh, horrible! Its head? Ugh… How dreadful! He gave that monster one four!
‘And, has 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.
Carroll: Do you like it? I hope to publish it soon.
Child: I like that the way it sounds, but I don’t understand the words.
Carroll: That’s because it’s a nonsense poem!
Child: Right you are…
Carroll: Excellent! I’d like to read you all another. Listen carefully and tell me what you think. I think I’m gonna call it ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’. Everyone settled in? Then let’s begin…
Of all the Money that e’er I had, I spent it in good Company. And all the Harm that e’er I’ve done. Alas! it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of Wit. To Mem’ry now, I can’t recall So fill to me the parting Glass Good Night and Joy be with you all.
Of all the Comrades that e’er I had, They’re sorry for my going away. And all the Sweethearts that e’er I’ve loved, They’d wish me one more Day to stay,
But since it falls unto my Lot, That I should rise and you should not, I’ll gently rise and softly call, Good Night and Joy be with you all. Good Night and Joy be with you all.
Duncan: Oi, lad! How’s it going then?
Connor: I am well. And you?
Duncan: Oh, can’t complain. There was something I’ve been meaning to tell you…
I met your Da. It was a long time ago in London. I was just a boy – well, I didn’t meet him really, just saw him do a fella in at the London Opera House. I was sitting in the balcony with an uncle of mine. Went to have a piss and when I came back, there’s your Da. Dashing as they come, he was – shirt, jacket, immaculate. My uncle was just slumped there. Looked like he was sleeping. But I knew better even if I was a child.
Your Da locked eyes on me. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened as I was in that instant. It wasn’t a fear that he was going to cause me pain, it was a sense that he saw right through me – into my heart – and he’d crush it if it pleased him.
But he didn’t. He just raised his finger to his lips and gestured for my silence. I complied. Then he was gone.
Connor: That must have been in the days before his betrayal was made public. He would have sailed for the Colonies not long after. I’m astonished that you were actually there.
Duncan: You can imagine my surprise when I saw his face. Took me a while to piece it together but… there you have it. Thought you’d like to know.
All Sounds of Assassin's Creed 