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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark )</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Banker's Fate </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>And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new<br>It was matter for general remark, <br>Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view<br>In his zeal to discover the Snark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But while he was seeking with thimbles and care, <br>A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh<br>And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair, <br>For he knew it was useless to fly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He offered large discount--he offered a cheque<br>(Drawn &quot;to bearer&quot;) for seven-pounds-ten: <br>But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck<br>And grabbed at the Banker again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws<br>Went savagely snapping around--<br>He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped, <br>Till fainting he fell to the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared<br>Led on by that fear-stricken yell: <br>And the Bellman remarked &quot;It is just as I feared!&quot; <br>And solemnly tolled on his bell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace<br>The least likeness to what he had been: <br>While so great was the fright that his waistcoat turned white--<br>A wonderful thing to be seen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the horror of all who were present that day, <br>He uprose in full evening dress, <br>And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say<br>What his tongue could no longer express. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down he sank in a chair--ran his hands through his hair--<br>And chanted in mimsiest tones<br>Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity, <br>While he rattled a couple of bones. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Leave him here to his fate--it is getting so late!&quot; <br>The Bellman exclaimed in a fright. <br>&quot;We have lost half a day. Any further delay, <br>And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night!&quot;</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. 
And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new..."></div>
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