"
Her visage scorched him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
Her visage scorched him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
Lewis Carroll
"
And she "Yea so? Yet wherefore cease?
Let thy scant knowledge find increase.
Say 'Men are Men, and Geese are Geese. '"
He moaned: he knew not what to say.
The thought "That I could get away! "
Strove with the thought "But I must stay.
"To dine! " she shrieked in dragon-wrath.
"To swallow wines all foam and froth!
To simper at a table-cloth!
"Say, can thy noble spirit stoop
To join the gormandising troup
Who find a solace in the soup?
"Canst thou desire or pie or puff?
Thy well-bred manners were enough,
Without such gross material stuff. "
"Yet well-bred men," he faintly said,
"Are not willing to be fed:
Nor are they well without the bread.
"
Her visage scorched him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
"Such wretches live: they take their share
Of common earth and common air:
We come across them here and there:
"We grant them--there is no escape--
A sort of semi-human shape
Suggestive of the man-like Ape. "
"In all such theories," said he,
"One fixed exception there must be.
That is, the Present Company. "
Baffled, she gave a wolfish bark:
He, aiming blindly in the dark,
With random shaft had pierced the mark.
She felt that her defeat was plain,
Yet madly strove with might and main
To get the upper hand again.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though unconscious of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each. "
He could not answer yea or nay:
He faltered "Gifts may pass away. "
Yet knew not what he meant to say.
"If that be so," she straight replied,
"Each heart with each doth coincide.
What boots it? For the world is wide. "
[Picture: He faltered "Gifts may pass away"]
"The world is but a Thought," said he:
"The vast unfathomable sea
Is but a Notion--unto me. "
And darkly fell her answer dread
Upon his unresisting head,
Like half a hundredweight of lead.
"The Good and Great must ever shun
That reckless and abandoned one
Who stoops to perpetrate a pun.
"The man that smokes--that reads the _Times_--
That goes to Christmas Pantomimes--
Is capable of _any_ crimes!
And she "Yea so? Yet wherefore cease?
Let thy scant knowledge find increase.
Say 'Men are Men, and Geese are Geese. '"
He moaned: he knew not what to say.
The thought "That I could get away! "
Strove with the thought "But I must stay.
"To dine! " she shrieked in dragon-wrath.
"To swallow wines all foam and froth!
To simper at a table-cloth!
"Say, can thy noble spirit stoop
To join the gormandising troup
Who find a solace in the soup?
"Canst thou desire or pie or puff?
Thy well-bred manners were enough,
Without such gross material stuff. "
"Yet well-bred men," he faintly said,
"Are not willing to be fed:
Nor are they well without the bread.
"
Her visage scorched him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
"Such wretches live: they take their share
Of common earth and common air:
We come across them here and there:
"We grant them--there is no escape--
A sort of semi-human shape
Suggestive of the man-like Ape. "
"In all such theories," said he,
"One fixed exception there must be.
That is, the Present Company. "
Baffled, she gave a wolfish bark:
He, aiming blindly in the dark,
With random shaft had pierced the mark.
She felt that her defeat was plain,
Yet madly strove with might and main
To get the upper hand again.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though unconscious of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each. "
He could not answer yea or nay:
He faltered "Gifts may pass away. "
Yet knew not what he meant to say.
"If that be so," she straight replied,
"Each heart with each doth coincide.
What boots it? For the world is wide. "
[Picture: He faltered "Gifts may pass away"]
"The world is but a Thought," said he:
"The vast unfathomable sea
Is but a Notion--unto me. "
And darkly fell her answer dread
Upon his unresisting head,
Like half a hundredweight of lead.
"The Good and Great must ever shun
That reckless and abandoned one
Who stoops to perpetrate a pun.
"The man that smokes--that reads the _Times_--
That goes to Christmas Pantomimes--
Is capable of _any_ crimes!
