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Monday, June 12, 2017

If this were only cleared away,' They said, it would be grand!'

The Walrus and the Carpenter:

The time has come,' the Walrus said,
      To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
      Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
      And whether pigs have wings.'
But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
      Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
      And all of us are fat!'
No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
      They thanked him much for that.
A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
      Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
      Are very good indeed —
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
      We can begin to feed.'

Lewis Carroll.


PS--Lost points on a Brit Lit exam in HS because I answered the question, "what kind of poem is The Walrus and the Carpenter," with "drug-induced."

* 14th Blegiversary: wanna help feed our oxen? *

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The deeper you read into an author and the society they were a functioning member of, the more bizarre and decadent they seem. A few exceptions more or less to that rule, being there.

Used to know this one by heart. It will be going through my mind all day. But that's a good thing as listening to the hilariously funny Letterkenny Problems put a really awful John Denver song stuck at the top of the stack. Love the Youtubes, hate the song at the end.

Posted by: Anthony McCarthy | Jun 13, 2017 9:27:53 AM

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