"the last mimsy" had "our rabbit" as the hero

> Well, almost.
>
> I had fooled around with musical experiments which were going to be met
> by easy opinions of why it wouldn't sell. There's some sort of weird
> jealousy
> that meets some of my musical experiments
> with an obnoxious degree righteous indignation.
> This spoils my fun.
>
> I just wanted to play with Basia (the Polish diva),
> sort of use my own genetic algorithm to make a musical baby with her.
> My friends were going to say it was too busy or I ruined her perfect  
> song.
> I didn't want to steal her intellectual property, just play with her  
> music.
> I wanted my friends to "get over themselves" and even engineered
> an introduction by a fake George Bush.
>
> I wanted to show my friends who are too serious about the music business
> that I could have wild abandon and fun with this already busy Basia  
> piece,
> La Luna. I modified my keyboard so it would also play from my iPod
> so I could jam with her.
>
> In an absurd finally,
> I gave a test where I slowed down the aiff file to show them how I played
> so fast with this fast song. They had to sing along with a half speed  
> Basia.
>
> I had been scared about audience reaction to this absurd performance
> and took off to escape
> to watch, what I thought, was a science fiction child's tale.
> I was profoundly moved.
> There was Alice Liddle holding our rabbit who needed to jump
> through a looking glass to reinvent the future.
>
> There is something of the rebellious teenager or child
> that "renders" when I read science fiction, that reminds me why
> I am in this business of doing on the edge stuff.
> I have this feeling of eustress, good stress, a mingling of fear, yes,
> but a mingling with a curiosity that mounts up and soars above that fear,
> recaptured youth.
>