the hunting of the snark

The above page from the Dream Book of Mister Pyridine perfectly illustrates the fallacy of assuming that there nothing going on here, noth...

Last night I dreamt of Africa, my natal land … upon awaking, I hastily referred to my dog-eared copy of The Dreambook of Mister Pyridine. A...

After last week's completely unprovoked and shameless casting of aspersions upon the English, for which the management apologizes (a fre...

The attentive, perhaps even hyperactively aware reader, might think that we seem to have diverted somewhat from the more orthodox interpreta...

In lieu of a genuinely Snarkish posting this week (have no fear, our Snark is in temporary occlusion only), I would like to present you wit...

“The fact of Desertion I will not dispute; But its guilt, as I trust, is removed (So far as related to the costs of this suit) By the Alibi ...

“You must know —” said the Judge: but the Snark exclaimed “Fudge!” That statute is obsolete quite! Let me tell you, my friends, the whole qu...

The indictment had never been clearly expressed, And it seemed that the Snark had begun, And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed ...

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...