"Let me read it to you. This is what it told me the translation was: ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."

He keeps reading. "It does warn of the Jabberwock, and some bird called the Jubjub." He keeps trying to pass his empathy over it, as if the translation might just need a different angle to process.