Part 1 (1/2)
Phantasmagoria.
by Lewis Carroll.
CANTO I The Trystyng
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, And supper, with cigars and wine, Was waiting in the study.
There was a strangeness in the room, And Something white and wavy Was standing near me in the gloom- _I_ took it for the carpet-broom Left by that careless slavey.
But presently the Thing began To s.h.i.+ver and to sneeze: On which I said ”Come, come, my man!
That's a most inconsiderate plan.
Less noise there, if you please!”
[Picture: The Thing standing by chair]
”I've caught a cold,” the Thing replies, ”Out there upon the landing.”
I turned to look in some surprise, And there, before my very eyes, A little Ghost was standing!
He trembled when he caught my eye, And got behind a chair.
”How came you here,” I said, ”and why?
I never saw a thing so shy.
Come out! Don't s.h.i.+ver there!”
He said ”I'd gladly tell you how, And also tell you why; But” (here he gave a little bow) ”You're in so bad a temper now, You'd think it all a lie.
”And as to being in a fright, Allow me to remark That Ghosts have just as good a right In every way, to fear the light, As Men to fear the dark.”
”No plea,” said I, ”can well excuse Such cowardice in you: For Ghosts can visit when they choose, Whereas we Humans ca'n't refuse To grant the interview.”
He said ”A flutter of alarm Is not unnatural, is it?
I really feared you meant some harm: But, now I see that you are calm, Let me explain my visit.
”Houses are cla.s.sed, I beg to state, According to the number Of Ghosts that they accommodate: (The Tenant merely counts as _weight_, With Coals and other lumber).
”This is a 'one-ghost' house, and you When you arrived last summer, May have remarked a Spectre who Was doing all that Ghosts can do To welcome the new-comer.
”In Villas this is always done- However cheaply rented: For, though of course there's less of fun When there is only room for one, Ghosts have to be contented.
”That Spectre left you on the Third- Since then you've not been haunted: For, as he never sent us word, 'Twas quite by accident we heard That any one was wanted.
”A Spectre has first choice, by right, In filling up a vacancy; Then Phantom, Goblin, Elf, and Sprite- If all these fail them, they invite The nicest Ghoul that they can see.
”The Spectres said the place was low, And that you kept bad wine: So, as a Phantom had to go, And I was first, of course, you know, I couldn't well decline.”
”No doubt,” said I, ”they settled who Was fittest to be sent Yet still to choose a brat like you, To haunt a man of forty-two, Was no great compliment!”
”I'm not so young, Sir,” he replied, ”As you might think. The fact is, In caverns by the water-side, And other places that I've tried, I've had a lot of practice:
”But I have never taken yet A strict domestic part, And in my flurry I forget The Five Good Rules of Etiquette We have to know by heart.”