I don't feel any guilt complex about The Lord of the Rings.

Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

As she stood before Aragorn she paused suddenly and looked upon him, and her eyes were shining. And he looked down upon her fair face and smiled; but as he took the cup, his hand met hers, and he knew that she trembled at the touch.

The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.

What have I got in my pocket?" he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset. "Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in it's nassty little pocketsess?

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.