From: Blunderov (squooker@mweb.co.za)
Date: Wed Jan 16 2002 - 06:39:07 MST
"I am also eagerly awaiting "The Holy Science" by Yogananda's Guru which
describes many of the astronomical data stored in ancient scriptures."
"We have sailed many months, we have sailed many
weeks,
(Four weeks to the month you may mark)
But never as yet('tis L' Ermit who speaks)
Have we caught the least glimpse of the Snark!
We have sailed many weeks we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow)
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,
we have never beheld till now!
Come listen my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakeable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meagre and hollow but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavour of willow-o-the-wisp.
It's habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
The third is it's slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one.
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
The fourth is it's fondness for bathing-machines,
Which it constantly carries about,
And BELIEVES that they add to the beauty of scenes-
A sentiment open to doubt.
The fifth is ambition. The next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers and bite,
>From those that have whiskers and scratch."
(The Hunting of the Snark)
Regards
Blunderov.
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