the hunting of the snark

More half-truths, demi-lies and outright double-cross-hatchery, a tapestry of black and white shot through with the glittering threads of Gi...

The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw, That the sty was deserted when found: And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law In a s...

He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court, Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye, Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig ...

But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong, Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain...

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; ...

With a nightmarish fanfare of snores and snorts, Fit the Sixth of Lewis Carroll’s cri-de-cœur, AKA The Hunting of the Snark, now heaves int...

And when quarrels arose — as one frequently finds Quarrels will, spite of every endeavour — The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds, ...

Such friends, as the Beaver and Butcher became, Have seldom if ever been known; In winter or summer, ‘twas always the same — You could never...

While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks More eloquent even than tears, It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books Wou...

The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day, But he felt that the lesson must end, And he wept with delight in attempting to say He c...

“You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue: You condense it with locusts and tape: Still keeping one principal object in view — To preserv...

“Its flavour when cooked is more exquisite far Than mutton, or oysters, or eggs: (Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar, And some, in mah...

This Snark Hunt must take a holiday of sorts this week. In lieu of the usual blather, I present to you the Major-General Butcher, who has k...

“But it knows any friend it has met once before: It never will look at a bribe: And in charity-meetings it stands at the door, And collects ...

In his genial way he proceeded to say (Forgetting all laws of propriety, And that giving instruction, without introduction, Would have cause...

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