>However, as the
>Jabberwocky took over in 1968, I have really no idea other than
>preparing the "decent interval" that would allow us to "save face."
>I still burn thinking that 20,000 Americans died, so many more
>Americans were scarred and so much of our political system was
>trashed because we could not just, as was suggested at the time,
>declare victory and leave. Clinton did it Somalia. Hopefully, this
>will set a precedent.
The problem then was our failure to consider poetic precedent. The
father asks in the poem Marc alludes to:
"Oh hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
To which the wise poet answers as we should have, no doubt:
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
There indeed is peace with honor! If only Nixon hadn't slept through
Victorian Poetry 101 at Whittier College.
Randy