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Oh, I know it! It's the ... er ... um, well, it comes from ... [sniff] ... where in blue blazes DOES it come from, Max-baby? 
The idiot also known as Capfka ...
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Since our very own resident specimen did not revela the answer, here a are the last few lines of the poem from the foreword of which I extracted the text for my translation exercise.
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.
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Ahh... part of the holy trinity <sic>.
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Here's what happens when I leave Miscellany for last - I miss out on the opportunity (as a snark these are few and far between) of explaining myself. So just to be completely obvious, the whole lot is from Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark.  to the lot of you, avec bells. cheer the sunshine warrior
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It didn't mean anything to start with!
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I think Max's idea is neat--as long as the quote isn't too
obscure. Here's the last stanza from a poem that even I have heard of, so most of you should get it--it's also pretty close to the original, in terms of being able to figure it out. This went from English to French, French to German, and German to English.
If you CAN talc with crowds and keep your virtue, Or mill with kings -- nor the draws common touch; If of more neither foes nor loving friends CAN hurt you; If all men COUNTS with you, but none too much; If you CAN fill the unforgiving minute of With sixty seconds ' worth OF distance run -- Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and -- which is more -- you'll a one, my son!
For AnnaStrophic: here it is, run back through in reverse:
Yew you EDGE talc with crowds and keep your virtue, But mill with kings -- NOR the draws common touch; Yew of more neither foes NOR loving friends EDGE hurt you; Yew all men COUNTS with you, goal none too much; Yew you EDGE fill the unforgiving minute of With sixty seconds ' worth OF outdistances run -- Yours is the Earth and everything that' S in it, and -- which is more -- you' ll has one, my sound!
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