The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.

To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.

Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

And its object is Art not power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation.

Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. “What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate. . . If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

Don't go where I can't follow!