I am as surprised that you find yourself here as you are, I have to say. But then we may as well say we are well met and proceed to what brought us both to such an awful noun.
This was intended as a conceit, an indulgent conceit at that, but a cat being ever curious, resort was wanted to authorities rhetorical and literary as to whether this elaboration (for the invention could not in any way be said to be mine) could comfortably be seen as such.
"`I know what you're thinking about,' said Tweedledum; `but it isn't so, nohow.' `Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, `if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.' "
And there it lay; Alice would not say it aloud, and Father William's blood (such that remained) drained from his face. These valiants, these stalwarts new and ancient, having intimate acquaintance with no less than the jabberwocky, being struck dumb by the mere sight of the thing, I must apologize to my reader and suggest (unless in possession of multiple lives) that hunting the likes of what might eat you may not be conducive to a long and fruitful life!
That being said, I have chosen to err on the side of my reader's safety and will therefore continue to consider this a conceit. I wish those interested in Catachresis the benefit of a national health care system......
