Go ahead, pop the hood (or bonnet) on any late-model Druid. Whaddya see? Lewis Carroll.
It’s always Lewis Carroll. Even when it’s not. Especially when it’s not.
If your stockpile of hallucinogens is running low and reality’s starting to bum you out with its insistent demands to go outside for a walk, read my Hunting of the Snark blog or even purchase a copy of my GN version of the Snark, available only from Melville House. My Snark doesn’t shed and it can go through the doors of perception without any additional adjustment to your TV set.