Monday, January 3, 2011
To boldly go where no snark has gone before
If you’re new to this blog, we’re in the midst of a panel by panel explanation and analysis of my recently published GN version of Lewis Carroll’s Hunting of the Snark.
If you are "jiggy" with this blog then you’ll already know that we are in the midst of Fit the Fourth AKA The Hunting.
The above picture is a feeble stab at an attempt at a sketch of a rough idea of what a futile Nonsense debate might actually look like. Crudely articulated mannequins from a De Chirico painting are pummeling one another with disparate bits of numerological chaff, all of it a sound and fury signifying nothing.
One's face does grow long, doesn't it, when one considers the implications? What lies beyond the end of all debate, when one has stated the whole of one's case? Nothing at all … just the infinite void of no sense …
Elsewhere on The Hunting of the Snark …
• When they talk’d of their Raphaels, Correggios & stuff, he shifted his boojum & only took snuff