the hunting of the snark

THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK by Lewis Carroll, a graphic novel by this artist and explained here, page by page, panel by panel … right now we...

THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK by Lewis Carroll, a graphic novel by this artist and explained here, page by page, panel by panel … right now...

Wipe the smirk from your face, dear reader, stifle the groan in your throat … yes, we are punning today and the punnee is a legal suit ...

The coin of the realm these postlapsarian days seems to be the last and greatest bastion of that very same unblinking faith-in-the-unseen...

The late, great Strother Martin (probably one of the Heiddeger Martins from Heidelberg, back in the old country) once noted, in a similar...

  If you’ve been assiduously following our nonsensical res publica, The Hunting of the Snark, you might have noticed that there has been...

Melodramatic courtroom scenes are the crack cocaine of modern cinema and television; the average viewer must have a regular dose at cer...

I'm still on my semi-Snark-hiatus … like MacArthur, my Hunting of the Snark GN shall return (remember, kids, never fight a land-Snark ...

The semi-hiatus continues … I'll resume posting art from my Snark GN next week … as soon as I finish "...

I'm on a semi-hiatus this week, a quasi-lacuna or even a mini-interruptus of sorts, and in lieu of the usual Snarkish blather, I post ...

And on the sixth Fit, the Barrister slept. Played here by the notorious Continental steamer, Martin Heidegger, (right Zeit up and left ...

Well, isn’t this jolly, all of us having our tiffin in this lovely English garden waiting for the sun, and if the sun don't come, we...

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...

The preternaturally alert reader will instantly recognize the decor of this panel as a quintessentially English bit of inkery lifted wh...

The attentive reader will notice that in this panel, as in the last two panels, we have been undergoing what specialists in this sort of...

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