Saturday, October 06, 2012


Go to Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's last fit of The Hunting of the Snark and you will find these immortal and sinister lines:
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away —
For the Snark *was* a Boojum, you see.
And it was with such a sense of surprise that I looked back upon the dying world of Barsoom and saw that it was Tatooine of the late lamented Empire, but distorted through the Lucasian lens.

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