If you’re new to this blog, we’re in the midst of a panel by panel explanation and analysis of my recently published GN version of Lewis Carroll’s Hunting of the Snark.
If you are "jiggy" with this blog then you’ll already know that we are in the midst of Fit the Fourth AKA The Hunting.
The above picture is a feeble stab at an attempt at a sketch of a rough idea of what a futile Nonsense debate might actually look like. Crudely articulated mannequins from a De Chirico painting are pummeling one another with disparate bits of numerological chaff, all of it a sound and fury signifying nothing.
One's face does grow long, doesn't it, when one considers the implications? What lies beyond the end of all debate, when one has stated the whole of one's case? Nothing at all … just the infinite void of no sense …
Elsewhere on The Hunting of the Snark …
• When they talk’d of their Raphaels, Correggios & stuff, he shifted his boojum & only took snuff
From a nonsense poem about nonsense:
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He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pairs of boots—but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name."
42 seems to be a nice number to be chosen at random. One even may consider to use that number to test random number generators: If they don't generate 42 reliably, they are no good.
And what makes it even better is that the random number 42 is itself deliberately, not randomly chosen at all! Another closed loop!
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