Chi sei? Who are you?

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Discuss
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Sappiamo chi siamo, ma non sappiamo chi possiamo essere
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Discuss
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Um, is this a question of who Librarything is?

Curiouser and curiouser

>2 gilroy: may be

>3 SandraArdnas: Who-what-when-where-why for ever!

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Discuss.

Or, to put it simply, I don't take homework assignments from random strangers

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

>7 Nicole_VanK: We are all strangers to ourselves ...

>8 melannen: We all love Emily. This poem was written over 130 years ago, but it has a strong relevance today in the age of celebrity. Would you find it ‘dreary to be somebody’, or would you like to be famous? This poem directly addresses someone, so it would be a really good one to speak to another person. What might be fun is to look up a photo of a celebrity you’re not so fond of and speak the poem to them! Think about whether you’d want to swap places with them. Emily had little success in her own lifetime, and lived a very solitary life, but she is a very well respected poet now. If you became famous in the future, what would you like that to be for?

This is "Frequently Asked Questions", not "Please Give Me Homework".

I love acid remarks ...

>7 Nicole_VanK:. >11 reconditereader:. Have you looked at the OP’s profile? Doesn’t look like a passing lazy teen wanting hints for an essay ;-)

>13 abbottthomas: Prosit Thomas!

>6 Nicole_VanK: 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.

I love non-sense!

>10 AntonioGallo: I posted quote that as a direct answer to your original question/quote! And it contains the answers to your follow-ups as well.

>16 melannen: Thank you! It does make sense to talk of non-sense ...