Who knew?

[Stan]

Turns out, there is nothing that ID's Humpty Dumpy as an egg. We were all scammed.

[cricket]

Not all have been scammed...those who read, know the true story!

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HOWEVER, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and, when she had come close to it, she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. 'It can't be anybody else!' she said to herself. 'I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written all over his face!'

It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting, with his legs crossed like a Turk, on the top of a high wall — such a narrow one that Alice quite wondered how he could keep his balance — and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn't take the least notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure, after all.

'And how exactly like an egg he is!' she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall.

'It's very provoking,' Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, 'to be called an egg — very!'

'I said you looked like an egg, Sir,' Alice gently explained. 'And some eggs are very pretty, you know,' she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of compliment.

'Some people,' said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, 'have no more sense than a baby!'

Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to her; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree — so she stood and softly repeated to herself:

'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the King's horses and all the King's men

Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.'

'That last line is much too long for the poetry,' she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her.

'Don't stand chattering to yourself like that,' Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time, 'but tell me your name and your business.'

'My name is Alice, but —'

'It's a stupid name enough!' Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently. 'What does it mean?'

'Must a name mean something?' Alice asked doubtfully.

'Of course it must,' Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: 'my name means the shape I am — and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.'

[Stan]

[Kevin H]

As I child I had noticed that the poem did not say that he was an egg and have often wondered how that interpretation had been made

[Stan]

You were just so far ahead of the curve. Well DONE!

[Kevin H]

Just googled it and while debatable, the rhyme was apparently a riddle with the implied answer being that they were unable to put him together again from the fall was because he was an egg. However there are other views as well. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humpty_Dumpty

[olger]

Apparently our information was scrambled. I suggest that we boil it all down and avoid letting people poach our research.

[Kevin H]

Apparently our information was scrambled. I suggest that we boil it all down and avoid letting people poach our research.

Olger, you crack me up

[Neil D]

Turns out, there is nothing that ID's Humpty Dumpy as an egg. We were all scammed.

Are you saying that we are left with egg on our face????

Horrors!!!!

I even guess you could say that we have Humpty Dumpy in our faces......

Oh, the aggressiveness of these kind of people....