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  • TzeLin Sam

    December 30, 2021 at 11:12 am

    I can’t even pronounce it. Lol. What does it mean?

    • Dr. Thomas Davison

      January 20, 2022 at 9:47 pm

      me neither, Tze Lin!

    • Dr. Thomas Davison

      January 20, 2022 at 9:53 pm

      I think- trying to name a monster?


      by G. K. Chesterton

      Fear not, fear not, my children,

      The last weird embers fade,

      Blue corpses through the windows peer,

      But still you seem afraid,

      Perhaps there’s Something in the room,

      Whatever would you do

      If I were not among you now

      To cheer and comfort you?

      Heed not that pale thing in the door,

      It smiles so like a skull,

      You hear hoarse spectres scream and clank,

      You find the evening dull?

      Then let me tell a merry tale

      Of dear old days of yore,

      About a dragon of the wastes

      That drank of human gore.

      It dwelt among untrodden ways,

      And ate the plaintive dove;

      A dragon there were few to praise

      And very few to love.

      (I use this piece of Wordsworth

      To show how much I know)

      Uproariously popular

      It was, as dragons go.

      If I could only paint the Thing!

      Just imitate its wink,

      All you five infants, one by one,

      Would rise and take to drink:

      Or roll in death-pangs on the floor,

      And lie there choked and blue,

      O how I wish I could describe

      This animal to you.

      Some swore its fur was bushy brown,

      Some swore that it was green,

      With savage eyes of bluish grey:

      Some swore that they had seen

      In coils upon a sofa wreathed,

      It, writhing as in pangs,

      And tearing Bovril chocolate

      With huge, abhorrent fangs.

      Some said that far to eastward

      They saw It, garbed in grey,

      Standing upon a platform

      And bellowing all day.

      Some said that far to northward,

      Through all the white snow-wreath,

      They saw it, white and wolfish,

      With half-a-million teeth.

      When skies were blue with summer

      It glittered, bright and blue,

      And once, the stricken wanderer

      In screaming terror flew,

      For on the shining tableland

      White gauze did round it glance,

      And with one rose to crown it

      He saw the dragon dance.

      The Witless Youth in wonder

      Sat lank upon a stone,

      His Hat was monumental

      Its secret—all his own.

      The Sage was mild and hoary

      And skilled in Wisdom’s page,

      The Youth sat meek (as always)

      And to him spoke the Sage.

      “Go not to smite the Dragon

      That wasteth field and fen,

      Around her reeking cavern

      Are strewn the hearts of men;

      But youth is foolish: You, Sir,

      Are singularly so—

      So learn her horrid habits

      At least, before you go.

      “If you would raise her bristles up

      And set her eye in flames,

      Then seek the Hankin-Pankin

      And read the Jenry-James;

      Go with a train of spiders huge

      With all their threads and thrums

      From ledgers all declaiming

      Interminable sums . . .

      “But would you see the awful smile,

      And soften down the Eye,

      Then fetch the Stompy-Steinthal

      And bring the Rompy-Rye;

      And choirs of ladies tall and proud

      With all one kind of nose,

      And bucketsful of flowers,

      And basketsful of clothes.’

      (Unfinished, or if finished the last page has been lost.)

  • TzeLin Sam

    January 21, 2022 at 2:18 am

    That’s brilliant!