Tweeds in the Land of Nod

[alice wellintown]

How the Pyncher doth pinch with his Vicegrips.
Living in the Land of Nod
Trustin’ their fate to the Hands of God
They pass by so silently
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
--Dylan

T&T don't belong to Zimmerman or to Dodgson, but to an argument over
the merit of two composers. Sound familiar? And to John Byrom, double
agent. Of course, Alice does carol here and the elephants do not stomp
on the Jews and The prince of Fortune turns his back to Aristotle's
and thus cardinal and chrisitan virtues intellectual and moral, but
our Tweeds  of Baedeker Land live in Nod, that wandering land of Cain,
and in the pun on "Nod" or dream or through the looking lass. Is it a
cracked looking glass? James Joyce.