Carroll was known for his "literary nonsense" style.
He then went on to write The Hunting of the Snark (An Agony in 8 Fits), inspired by his child-friend Gertrude Chataway.
In a love letter, he wrote to her about a "queer illness" he had.
I said, "No; it isn't the sort of tiredness that wants bed. I'm tired in the face." He looked a little grave, and said, "Oh, it's your nose that's tired: a person often talks too much when he thinks he nose a great deal."
Do you think it's in the lips?" "Of course!" I said. "That's exactly what it is!"
Then he looked very grave indeed, and said, "I think you must have been giving too many kisses." "Well," I said, "I did give one kiss to a baby child, a little friend of mine."
Then the doctor said, "You must not give her any more till your lips are quite rested
again." "But what am I to do?" I said, "because you see, I owe her a hundred and eighty-two more." Then he looked so grave that tears ran down his cheeks, and he said, "You may send them to her in a box."
"So I have packed them all in it very carefully. Tell me if they come safe or if any are lost on the way."