Greetings.
I can’t believe I forgot to mention it, but you will notice my new poll on whether this blog should have a poll, currently occupying a prominent position right under the AdSense ad. (This may escape people reading this blog via E-mail.) Feel free to vote early and often.
Come to think of it, feel free to poke fun at the AdSense ad, while you’re at it. I’m puzzled over why it bothers to advertise for LASIK eye surgery, a topic never discussed on this blog. Maybe I’ll just insert some otherwise irrelevant text to see if I can get it to produce something a little less icky...
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
(Thank you, Lewis Carroll.)
Aaron
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