Is Alice in Wonderland really about drugs?

[alice wellintown]

the secret integration is a satire of math, and of the education of
grover snodd, and how his education, though at a higher level than
most, for he is placed in advance of other kids because he shows high
aptitude in math and because he helps the others cheat the bell curve,
thus he threatens the political staus quo that imposes segregation in
defiance of Brown v. Board TK, in the North East, the supposed
enlightened new england seat of american progressive education,  and
as his education, like that of Adams, only baffles him as he can not
apply it to the dynamics of history, in his case, the history he tries
to read in black and white, in straight lines, the mason dixon line of
segregation, the berlin wall line that devides east from west....for
he is but a lad, though gifted,he is  only a boy, like his model, one
Tom Sawyer (who is made the foolish romantic--see the adventures of
huck wherein tom, reader of don quixote and romances, plays romantic
games with the freedom if not the life of Jim)....and so, yes, we need
only to look to V., and to the early P short stories to find his
parody of math, his early attempts at the mannippean satires he would
write such as GR, M&D, AGTD.

from adams (certainly the most important source of P

 Although, as education, this branch of study was more familiar and
older than the twelfth century, the task of bringing the two periods
into a common relation was new. Ignorance required that these
political and social and scientific values of the twelfth and
twentieth centuries should be correlated in some relation of movement
that could be expressed in mathematics, nor did one care in the least
that all the world said it could not be done, or that one knew not
enough mathematics even to figure a formula beyond the schoolboy s =
gt^2/2. If Kepler and Newton could take liberties with the sun and
moon, an obscure person in a remote wilderness like La Fayette Square
could take liberties with Congress, and venture to multiply half its
attraction into the square of its time. He had only to find a value,
even infinitesimal, for its attraction at any given time. A historical
formula that should satisfy the conditions of the stellar universe
weighed heavily on his mind; but a trifling matter like this was one
in which he could look for no help from anybody -- he could look only
for derision at best.  25
  All his associates in history condemned such an attempt as futile
and almost immoral -- certainly hostile to sound historical system.
Adams tried it only because of its hostility to all that he had taught
for history, since he started afresh from the new point that, whatever
was right, all he had ever taught was wrong. He had pursued ignorance
thus far with success, and had swept his mind clear of knowledge. In
beginning again, from the starting-point of Sir Isaac Newton, he
looked about him in vain for a teacher. Few men in Washington cared to
overstep the school conventions, and the most distinguished of them,
Simon Newcomb, was too sound a mathematician to treat such a scheme
seriously. The greatest of Americans, judged by his rank in science,
Willard Gibbs, never came to Washington, and Adams never enjoyed a
chance to meet him. After Gibbs, one of the most distinguished was
Langley, of the Smithsonian, who was more accessible, to whom Adams
had been much in the habit of turning whenever he wanted an outlet for
his vast reservoirs of ignorance. Langley listened with outward
patience to his disputatious questionings; but he too nourished a
scientific passion for doubt, and sentimental attachment for its
avowal. He had the physicist's heinous fault of professing to know
nothing between flashes of intense perception. Like so many other
great observers, Langley was not a mathematician, and like most
physicists, he believed in physics. Rigidly denying himself the
amusement of philosophy, which consists chiefly in suggesting
unintelligible answers to insoluble problems, he still knew the
problems, and liked to wander past them in a courteous temper, even
bowing to them distantly as though recognizing their existence, while
doubting their respectability. He generously let others doubt what he
felt obliged to affirm; and early put into Adams's hands the "Concepts
of Modern Science," a volume by Judge Stallo, which had been treated
for a dozen years by the schools with a conspiracy of silence such as
inevitably meets every revolutionary work that upsets the stock and
machinery of instruction. Adams read and failed to understand; then he
asked questions and failed to get answers.  26
  Probably this was education. Perhaps it was the only scientific
education open to a student sixty-odd years old, who asked to be as
ignorant as an astronomer. For him the details of science meant
nothing: he wanted to know its mass. Solar heat was not enough, or was
too much. Kinetic atoms led only to motion; never to direction or
progress. History had no use for multiplicity; it needed unity; it
could study only motion, direction, attraction, relation. Everything
must be made to move together; one must seek new worlds to measure;
and so, like Rasselas, Adams set out once more, and found himself on
May 12 settled in rooms at the very door of the Trocadero.