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THIS REMINDS ME OF CHURCHILL.

I'm a title still PREFACE TO THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK

THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK
755
Supposing that, when Pistol uttered the well-known
words
— *'Under which king, Bezonian? Speak or die!"
Justice Shallow had felt certain that it was either Wil-liam or Richard, but had not been able to settle which, so that he could not possibly say either name before the other, can it be doubted that, rather than die, he would
have gasped out "Rilchiam!"

"Do you feel like a fool between two stools?"

"No, I feel like a stool between two fools"

THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK
Fit the First

The Landing

''Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top o£ the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.

"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true."

The crew was complete: it included a Boots
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes-And a Broker, to value their goods.
A Billiard-marker, whose skill was immense,
Might perhaps have won more than his share
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense.
Had the whole of their cash in his care.
There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
Or would sit making lace in the bow:
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from
wreck
Though none of the sailors knew how.
757

758
VERSE
There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings.
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came.
With three pair of boots—but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.
He would answer to ''Hi!" or to any loud cry.
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"
While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese."
"His form is ungainly—his intellect small
—
(So the Bellman would often remark)
—
"But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,
Is the thing that one needs with a Snark."
He would joke with hyaenas, returning their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.

THIS REMINDS ME OF MEDIA BRIBED FIGHTS OR BRIBED MEDIA FIGHTS AGAINST CORRUPTION

"How do you feel", "How do you feel","How do you feel", ...asked the roving eye and the roving eye and the roving eye... From a different vantage another eye caught what appeared to be stamens of another colour turned inside out. No! Closeups revealed a few hapless hair meshed with bulbuous, click mouse type reporter mikes. The object (mummy_egyptian_kind) for strange reasons hyperlinked to ROM locations of brands of footwear the thugs wore when they kicked it in. It emanated "*!#*** U". The mikes construed "Fine thank you".

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. This is not for U it is for me.

"The Landing" reminds me very ppungently of Team Anna hyped up by you know who and who else lurking out of sight. They threatened fasts. They threatened, Obelix like, not to breathe until their faces turned a royal purple . They collected mass like gravity. Things they threw (...what's another word for up ...) at the sky returned. Things they hurled in other directions returned. It is chronicled that somethings yielded and de-yielded (?)

What were they? It is difficult to surmise coz of the dormouse effect. You go to sleep before the explainer has finished the third sentence. Was it the snark, the bark or what. Every where there was song and celebration. By the time they came to hoodstock the band had disbanded. Hoods called it hoodwink . Every where there was song and celebration. The masses found better use for candles than burning them in the glare of floodlights.

I kept my puke bags ready made from stale news papers for the next assault ! The heart breaking and the back breaking scoops. Out of the blue came in a lateral thought! I should examine my head. What if I didn't hear or see anchors and anchoresses? I stepped gingerly forward. Should it be the index finger or thumb that ought to be used to switch power guzzling contraptions off? To be safe I used a pencil. You know the ones that has rubber on one of its ends and imagined quixotically it was a barge pole.

This is a flower. It has a petal. It has a petal. It has a petal... If an ox ate it it would be occipital... occipital