scaled infinite

“He had brought a large map representing the sea,

Without the least vestige of land:

And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be

A map they could all understand.”

The Hunting of the Snark – An agony in 8 fits (Lewis Carroll, 1874) is an imaginary poem depicting the ship voyage of eight B-named characters (Bellman, Butcher, Baker, Banker, Bonnet-maker, Barrister, Broker, Boots, Billiard-maker) and a Beaver. To guide themselves to an island, where they should hunt a Snark, they use a blank sheet of paper as a map of the ocean they can all understand; no land, no coordinates, no marine topography.

Simply compass points amidst a white infinite, scaled in miles.

2 Comments

  1. beautifull and devoid of convention:
    “What’s the good of Mercator’s North Poles and Equators,
    Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?”
    So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
    “They are merely conventional signs!”

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