For someone who “didn’t mean anything but nonsense!” Mr. Carroll certainly captured an profound number of truths about life in The Hunting of the Snark. One of the most pervasive of these themes is the sense that we have all the time in the world—as many months, weeks, and days as we could possibly want. We have time for jokes, stories, dreams, lessons, tea, and knitting. Then, suddenly, nightfall has arrived, and all our time is spent.
The need to catch the Snark before nightfall of this very day drives our characters onward through the poem. And nothing creates quite so beautiful a deadline as the transformation of the sky at twilight.
We start to see the transformation in Fit the Fifth. The valley seems to bring on the darkness faster than the rest of the island. Butcher and Beaver witness a moon rise well before dusk—and find themselves on the verge of complete darkness before they band together and leave the valley.
The sky continues to shift during Barrister’s Dream, and our crew finds themselves at the start of Fit the Seventh at the time of day when all the blue yields to menacing yellows, oranges, and reds. The Banker obviously should have heeded the sky’s warning—but it does seem like nothing and no one could persuade him to be more cautious in his zeal.
Finally, Fit the Eighth happens in those final moments of light, when we all know that the sky will soon be dark, but we have no idea what it will do between now and then. Some evenings the sky decides to visit every single color on the wheel before relinquishing to the night. Some evenings we blink—and the stars are out. It’s a time of incredible possibility, wonder, and anticipation.


