Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
Perilous to us all are the devices of an art deeper than we possess ourselves.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to.
Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker.
There is no ship now that can bear me hence