I'm a Roman Catholic! A devout Roman Catholic.

Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.

And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy?

Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.

Yet seldom do they fail of their seed, And that will lie in the dust and rot to spring up again in times and places unlooked-for. The deeds of Men will outlast us.

Farewell! O Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!

he was for long my only audience... Only from him did I ever get the idea that my ‘stuff’ could be more than a private hobby. But for his interest and unceasing eagerness for more I should never have brought The L. of the R. to a conclusion.