the hunting of the snark

These dog days of summer are not conducive to the deeper, more respectable thoughts with which I am wont to sprinkle these snarkish feuillet...

“The method employed I would gladly explain, While I have it so clear in my head, If I had but the time and you had but the brain — But much...

“The result we proceed to divide, as you see, By Nine Hundred and Ninety and Two: Then subtract Seventeen, and the answer must be Exactly an...

“Taking Three as the subject to reason about — A convenient number to state— We add Seven, and Ten, and then multiply out By One Thousand di...

So engrossed was the Butcher, he heeded them not, As he wrote with a pen in each hand, And explained all the while in a popular style Which ...

The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens, And ink in unfailing supplies: While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens, And watched...

“Two added to one — if that could but be done,” It said, “with one’s fingers and thumbs!” Recollecting with tears how, in earlier years, It ...

Drawing pretty pictures and coming up with snappy verses is — like life itself — often wasted upon both the living and so we shall classify...

It felt that, in spite of all possible pains, It had somehow contrived to lose count, And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains By ...

The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care, Attending to every word: But it fairly lost heart, and outgrabe in despair, When the third repe...

“’Tis the note of the Jubjub! Keep count, I entreat; You will find I have told it you twice. ‘Tis the song of the Jubjub! The proof is compl...

“’Tis the voice of the Jubjub!” he suddenly cried. (This man, that they used to call “Dunce.”) “As the Bellman would tell you,” he added wi...

He thought of his childhood, left far far behind — That blissful and innocent state — The sound so exactly recalled to his mind A pencil tha...

Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the shuddering sky, And they knew that some danger was near: The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its t...

But the valley grew narrow and narrower still, And the evening got darker and colder, Till (merely from nervousness, not from goodwill) They...

Each thought he was thinking of nothing but “Snark” And the glorious work of the day; And each tried to pretend that he did not remark That ...