Certain readers have characterized my recent posts as being “the same old rubbish … regurgitated over and over like a hamster in a wheel” and even worse (or better?) as being “recycled nonsense”.
And so, in an attempt to liven things up, I will explicate my soon-to-be-published comix version of The Hunting of the Snark — and all other things Snark — in a new and easier-to-digest shorter format and I’ll also try to post more often, hopefully every three days.
It is a curious and important fact that the entire Hunting of the Snark could be easily consummated at any moment by the simple expedient of the Bellman simply uttering these words, three times: “hey look, guys, there’s a Snark!”
The infamous Clochetic Rule of Three would make this a snap to do yet our Bellman avoids all that in favor of telling us only that this is “just the place for a Snark”, times three. In short, he thinks it far more important to begin the entire epic by providing the Snark with a locus rather than a corpus.
In this, as in so many other matters, Mister Carroll (seen above with his notorious multivalent portmanteau) will have his little theological jokes, once again reminding us of the first verses of Genesis wherein God creates the locus for Evil (his own personal Snark-cum-Boojum) but never a corpus.
To those who demur at all this, insisting instead that Mankind, not Evil, is God’s Snark I will merely say: pshaw and prubbish! That is the crux of the jest! The Snark of Evil existed a priori and needed no corpus, just a warm place to bunk and three squares a day. Isn’t that what recycled Nonsense is all about, anyway?
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