If you like to read books while wearing clothes, may I suggest this teeshirt for your next excursion to a poetry reading at your local hipsters’ coffee-house? Simultaneously freak out your parents AND impress your few remaining friends for only $14 USD while this sale lasts … that’s cheaper than joining a cult or smoking banana peels, kids, and a heck of a lot more profitable for me! And frankly, if Pierre Menard had a beard and worked as a barista in Brooklyn, he’d be wearing this teeshirt.
"When the more courageous Victorian gentleman "came out of the closet," he often found that the contents of his closet had beaten him to it. The amorous gigantism of inanimate objects was that domestic love which dared not speak its name and an Englishman’s trouser pockets or even Gladstone bag was the scene of many a furtive, orgiastic bacchanal such as might have made Caligula blush." — Max Beerbohm
You thought Victorian literature was boring, huh? Get the salacious goods on Carrollian anapests and all the other naughty bits of my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark at my blog or at Melville House.
Each line in this drawing has been curated by an artisanal, free-range surrealist whose most recent appearance on Oprah persuaded a visibly moved Scarlett Johansson to donate the fee from her latest blockbuster film to anyone who could make it all stop.
"… we entered a smoke-filled room of Oxford dons dressed in tattered druidic mufti and mumbling in broken anapests as the one they called Lewis Carroll repeatedly plunged his golden sickle into the sawdust breast of a child’s doll whom he addressed as Mister Chuckles." — Lytton Strachey, Lives of the Eminent Victorians