Well, I have to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Whoville & I love Whos...& the Grinch Who Stole Christmas is probably one of my favourite stories, but I'm a fan of many of the other books too. Although I know that they can be tongue-twisters (& I've been informed by my sisters who are mums that they can be a little tiring to read at the end of a long day to little ones), they are witty, & fun & enjoyable for adults.
So, I love the crazy characters, like all the birds in Horton Hears a Who. You can actually visit the Jungle of Nool here.
How witty is this dialogue between the chattery birds?
This is highly confidential; This is just between us two;
But Mrs. Toucanella told me, Horton's talking to a Who!
A Who?! Who's "a Who"?
Well, my dear, that's just the point! There isn't any Who.
Horton's brain is out of joint.
For goodness sake -- A Who?
Now, I know you won't repeat this; strictly entre nous;
But Mrs. Tusic Toucanella is an unimpeachable source.
And she says irrefutably - it's indubitably a fact...
Horton's schizo-witsa-fistic. In other words, he's cracked!
He ought to be psycho-wangwalized!
Oh no. Psycho-o-analysis is too expensive for an elephant.
I nearly charge by the pound!
(Pssst, whisper) Mrs. Toucanella says... (pssst) Mrs. Toucanella said...
Undoubtedly, it all goes back to some heredity trait.
I've been reading quite a bit - about heredity of late.
And the Uncle of Horton's cousin was an elephant named Nate;
who had such grand illusions and confusions, aberrations and contusions...
-and he believed he was the father in law of Catherine the Great!
Mrs. Toucanella told me that he's giddy as a kid.
Mrs. Toucanella told me he's nitty as a mid
Horton's flipped his lid!
Mrs. Toucanella told me that he's manic and depressive,
retrogressive and recessive -- and progressively excessively, possessively, oppressively acquessive!
Mrs. Toucanella said that?!!
Well my dears, if that's the case - This neighborhood's degenerating into a most unwholsome place!
With demented elephants yet!
[All]: We're going to get away from here as fast as we can get!
I like this wallpaper recently featured on design*sponge, by Abigail Edwards, it kind of reminds me of who-like birds:
Well, to leave with a few words, to encourage you to get through this wintry season whether that's a metaphor for difficult times or a literal reading of this time of year, remember in the words of Seuss himself:
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
Remember to come back to this, when you're feeling low, when you're feeling down & remember that this is only a passing moment, only a cycle in things. I believe I'm in the waiting phase at this particular moment in my life.