The Snarks of Kilimanjaro

You could turn away, you could pretend you didn't see anything, you could tell yourself that this is just another episode in Fit the Fifth of the Hunting of the Snark, you could even shrug your shoulders and admit that the author, Lewis Carroll, deserves it.

You were in a hurry, you had googled the word snark, hoping to get some quickie cocktail-party-talking-points, but you landed up here …

Somebody ought to do something, somebody else should help out because you can’t get involved — who knows what kind of crazy people are involved in this, look at 'em! They seem to be high on something, and that girl, she’s half-naked! Probably some kind of some druid cargo-cult of home-furnishings shoplifters and they're chanting something about forks and hope, smiles and soap, some kind of wiccan juju. And that man at the far left, the Polynesian one with the glandular problem, and the other one holding the railway share, how do these kind of people get past Immigration?

Yes, it’s a bad scene so you better move along, somebody might get hurt and it's none of your business anyway. Instead, breathe deeply and say it slowly … forcible posthumous collaboration … forcible posthumous collaboration … when it happens to Henry Holiday and Lewis Carroll it's just a shame but when it happens to you — it’s a tragic loss of potential income!