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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark )</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Vanishing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;<br>They pursued it with forks and hope; <br>They threatened its life with a railway-share; <br>They charmed it with smiles and soap. <br>They shuddered to think that the chase might fail, <br>And the Beaver, excited at last, <br>Went bounding along on the tip of its tail, <br>For the daylight was nearly past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There is Thingumbob shouting!&quot; the Bellman said. <br>&quot;He is shouting like mad, only hark! <br>He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head, <br>He has certainly found a Snark!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed<br>&quot;He was always a desperate wag!&quot; <br>They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--<br>On the top of a neighbouring crag, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erect and sublime, for one moment of time, <br>In the next, that wild figure they saw<br>(As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm, <br>While they waited and listened in awe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;It's a Snark!&quot; was the sound that first came to their ears, <br>And seemed almost too good to be true. <br>Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers: <br>Then the ominous words &quot;It's a Boo--&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, silence. Some fancied they heard in the air<br>A weary and wandering sigh<br>That sounded like &quot;--jum!&quot; but the others declare<br>It was only a breeze that went by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hunted till darkness came on, but they found<br>Not a button, or feather, or mark, <br>By which they could tell that they stood on the ground<br>Where the Baker had met with the Snark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the midst of the word he was trying to say<br>In the midst of his laughter and glee, <br>He had softly and suddenly vanished away--<br>For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lewis+Carroll">Lewis Carroll</a><div class=q>
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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope; 
They threatened its life with a railway-share; 
They charmed it with smiles and soap. 
They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,..."></div>
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