Here's a recent essay on Gulliver's Travels, by my daughter. She 'completed' high school earlier this year yet learning continues apace on the Road to 21. This essay reflects upon one of the books on that 'Road'.
Islands peopled by miniscule, vindictive beings. Giants whose pipes are big enough for a person to squeeze inside. Countries suspended in the air. Horses that are almost more rational than humans. Troubled seas and world-renown for the discoverer of such things. "Gulliver's Travels", the famous fictional narrative by Jonathan Swift, contains the stuff of fairy tales. Yet it's almost a fairy tale gone wrong, or, rather gone mundane, which might be worse...
