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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark )</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bellman's Speech </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies--<br>Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!<br>Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,<br>The moment one looked in his face! <br>He had bought a large map representing the sea, <br>Without the least vestige of land:<br>And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be<br>A map they could all understand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,<br>Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?&quot;<br>So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply<br>&quot;They are merely conventional signs! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!<br>But we've got our brave Captain to thank&quot;<br>(So the crew would protest) &quot;that he's bought us the best--<br>A perfect and absolute blank!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was charming, no doubt: but they shortly found out<br>That the Captain they trusted so well<br>Had only one notion for crossing the ocean<br>And that was to tingle his bell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was thoughtful and grave--but the orders he gave<br>Were enough to bewilder a crew.<br>When he cried &quot;Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard!&quot;<br>What on earth was the helmsman to do? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:<br>A thing, as the Bellman remarked,<br>That frequently happens in tropical climes,<br>When a vessel is, so to speak, &quot;snarked&quot;. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the principal failing occurred in the sailing,<br>And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,<br>Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,<br>That the ship would not travel due West! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the danger was past--they had landed at last,<br>With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:<br>Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view<br>Which consisted of chasms and crags. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,<br>And repeated in musical tone<br>Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--<br>But the crew would do nothing but groan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He served out some grog with a liberal hand,<br>And bade them sit down on the beach:<br>And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand,<br>As he stood and delivered his speech. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears!&quot;<br>(They were all of them fond of quotations:<br>So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers,<br>While he served out additional rations). </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks,<br>(Four weeks to the month you may mark),<br>But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks)<br>Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,<br>(Seven days to the week I allow),<br>But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,<br>We have never beheld till now! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again<br>The five unmistakable marks<br>By which you may know, wheresoever you go,<br>The warranted genuine Snarks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,<br>Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp:<br>Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,<br>With a flavour of Will-o'-the-Wisp. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Its habit of getting up late you'll agree<br>That it carries too far, when I say<br>That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,<br>And dines on the following day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The third is its slowness in taking a jest.<br>Should you happen to venture on one,<br>It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:<br>And it always looks grave at a pun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,<br>Which it constantly carries about,<br>And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes--<br>A sentiment open to doubt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The fifth is ambition. It next will be right<br>To describe each particular batch:<br>Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,<br>From those that have whiskers, and scratch. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,<br>Yet I feel it my duty to say<br>Some are Boojums--&quot; The Bellman broke off in alarm,<br>For the Baker had fainted away.</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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The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies--
Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!
Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,
The moment one looked in his face! 
He had bought a large map representing the se..."></div>
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