THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK by Lewis Carroll, depicted by @fluaten pic.twitter.com/XE2MrQUokI

An Agony, in Eight Fits pic.twitter.com/zqADdIItXf

Fit the First: The Landing. pic.twitter.com/vOCyBpIAfU

“Just the place for a Snark!” the Bellman cried, pic.twitter.com/CAKOTeymdd

As he landed his crew with care; pic.twitter.com/44oGTbJopv

Supporting each man on the top of the tide pic.twitter.com/WZldf5GrpO

By a finger entwined in his hair. pic.twitter.com/XLE17sJc7U

“Just the place for a Snark!” I have said it twice: pic.twitter.com/qebUsTl6Ev

That alone should encourage the crew. pic.twitter.com/odlh6yVJ3U

Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice: pic.twitter.com/enHcGD3sFs

What i tell you three times is true.” pic.twitter.com/ayGKPkNq39

The crew was complete: it included a Boots.. pic.twitter.com/EBTp2KV6XB

A maker of Bonnets and Hoods.. pic.twitter.com/1I06kr4SK8

A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes.. pic.twitter.com/7RZrQDoxGb

And a Broker, to value their goods. pic.twitter.com/7rYlIqOYfu

A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense, pic.twitter.com/cm4nnk8Z5T

Might perhaps have won more than his share.. pic.twitter.com/3EBzvsuNOB

But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense, pic.twitter.com/tzZ2Xc4FcA

Had the whole of their cash in his care. pic.twitter.com/t2V1W2N4jg

There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck, pic.twitter.com/WrJia38bRp

Or would sit making lace in the bow: pic.twitter.com/MlvJjnSXQl

And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck, pic.twitter.com/G3jY9EiH84

Though none of the sailors knew how. pic.twitter.com/R3LSC68WU8

There was one who was famed for the number of things pic.twitter.com/9FUG7VIjcF

He forgot when he entered the ship: pic.twitter.com/Gc0LxFIb5Y

His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings, pic.twitter.com/QRzJ92qYyq

And the clothes he had bought for the trip. pic.twitter.com/uYXeC2C3yT

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed, pic.twitter.com/ZqbFs4rrxr

With his name painted clearly on each: pic.twitter.com/jphrf1pPHI

But, since he omitted to mention the fact, pic.twitter.com/GhoPnXhCk3

They were all left behind on the beach. pic.twitter.com/ZvEg75FHvS

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because pic.twitter.com/8srOx705X0

He had seven coats on when he came, pic.twitter.com/zxRhcLYwPs

With three pairs of boots; but the worst of it was, pic.twitter.com/2Luf6fvCmW

He had wholly forgotten his name. pic.twitter.com/W03M8TcRTF

Such as “Fry me!” or “Fritter my wig!” pic.twitter.com/GM2YeXkr8K

To “What you may call um!” or “What was his name!” pic.twitter.com/VuAStgQl4x

But especially “Thing-um-a-jig!” pic.twitter.com/2HXUTrTiq3

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word, pic.twitter.com/cdEjfT8XWI

He had different names from these: pic.twitter.com/HliwLHEDT6

His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,” pic.twitter.com/sks9U66pfQ

And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.” pic.twitter.com/enz7oP8igP

“His form in ungainly, his intellect small..” pic.twitter.com/irpWCpRbVy

(So the Bellman would often remark) pic.twitter.com/QQUZyhpSYn

“But his courage is perfect! And that, after all, pic.twitter.com/ihCpbKNLk1

Is the thing that one needs with a Snark.” pic.twitter.com/eFKsO5Ricf

He would joke with hyenas, returning their stare pic.twitter.com/mY6WP4zXwl

With an impudent wag of the head: pic.twitter.com/QiE8ijRBtJ

He would answer to “Hi!” or to any loud cry, pic.twitter.com/0Mt7NSmW6i

And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear, pic.twitter.com/OLIgGXHCoX

“Just to keep up its spirits,” he said. pic.twitter.com/w7mlIJZXWW

He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late—pic.twitter.com/D6rjdupfVmm

And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad—pic.twitter.com/uCtvfeNdEvv

He could only bake Bridecake—for which, I may state,pic.twitter.com/sNFSqdFBxyy

No materials were to be had. pic.twitter.com/u0adnNt1Po

The last of the crew needs especial remark, pic.twitter.com/31zgFaSZS9

Though he looked an incredible dunce: pic.twitter.com/23cYYQFTwo

He had just one idea—but, that one being “Snark,”pic.twitter.com/2OulYvRQPMM

The good Bellman engaged him at once. pic.twitter.com/W1U7imwU9J

He came as a Butcher: but gravely declared, pic.twitter.com/PyKoMwNUJ7

When the ship had been sailing a week, pic.twitter.com/cV3WqQiGSo

He could only kill Beavers. The Bellman looked scared, pic.twitter.com/f7OLs7bPR8

And was almost too frightened to speak: pic.twitter.com/3xJJwIuErq

But at length he explained, in a tremulous tone, pic.twitter.com/oYTiM6veuc

There was only one Beaver on board; pic.twitter.com/JiqpYUHaEH

And that was a tame one he had of his own, pic.twitter.com/GtLOjXRwLi

Whose death would be deeply deplored. pic.twitter.com/J5IfmkbFwq

The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark, pic.twitter.com/5PoiiHPJB0

Protested, with tears in its eyes, pic.twitter.com/eggO9y8Ctu

That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark pic.twitter.com/hXeJri8mLP

Could atone for that dismal surprise! pic.twitter.com/2iaqX1Usld

It strongly advised that the Butcher should be pic.twitter.com/D38FbWlBFY

Conveyed in a separate ship: pic.twitter.com/YHqnDLJ9fZ

But the Bellman declared that would never agree pic.twitter.com/8ZyUdfDThK

With the plans he had made for the trip: pic.twitter.com/kPeUDlRNJN

Navigation was always a difficult art, pic.twitter.com/Ym2V9qmktR

Though with only one ship and one bell: pic.twitter.com/XYPQDGivka

And he feared he must really decline, for his part, pic.twitter.com/l826vG3YWF

Undertaking another as well. pic.twitter.com/5Hh904xSiL

The Beaver’s best course was, no doubt, to procure pic.twitter.com/m3yQRjZ5fo

A second-hand dagger-proof coat—pic.twitter.com/LROjTffEyzz

So the Baker advised it— and next, to insurepic.twitter.com/UHf9b6BSgpp

Its life in some Office of note: pic.twitter.com/R1Hn0oULTe

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire pic.twitter.com/SLyzraxRkW

(On moderate terms), or for sale, pic.twitter.com/PTDbYY5ZY6

Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire, pic.twitter.com/TeRP0uyOVp

And one Against Damage From Hail. pic.twitter.com/EazGApZ3dS

Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day, pic.twitter.com/X8AF84vrLb

Whenever the Butcher was by, pic.twitter.com/AguGtb0RZu

The Beaver kept looking the opposite way, pic.twitter.com/cZSK95aGJb

And appeared unaccountably shy. pic.twitter.com/2dBAVeowET

Fit the Second : The Bellman’s speech pic.twitter.com/szN4b8KjDC

The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies—pic.twitter.com/reeck9tAD33

Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! pic.twitter.com/RDGRLlkh0I

Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise, pic.twitter.com/0zKwvZvTxN

The moment one looked in his face! pic.twitter.com/1LjUp48ny9

He had bought a large map representing the sea, pic.twitter.com/r9JLtOsHGx

Without the least vestige of land: pic.twitter.com/II65BsKSw9


























And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"

So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely conventional signs!
"Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
But we've got our brave Captain to thank:

(So the crew would protest) "that he's bought us the best..
A perfect and absolute blank!"
This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well

Had only one notion for crossing the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
He was thoughtful and grave..but the orders he gave
Were enough to bewilder a crew.

When he cried "Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard!"
What on earth was the helmsman to do?
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,

That frequently happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked."
But the principal failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,

Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would not travel due West!
But the danger was past..they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:

Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which consisted to chasms and crags.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone

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Lewis Carroll