People remember Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, quite forget he was a Professor of Modern Languages!

I have talked quite long enough about my own follies. The thing is to finish the thing as devised and then let it be judged. But forgive me! It is written in my life-blood, such as that is, thick or thin; and I can no other.

For some time I lived in fear of receiving a letter signed 'S. Gollum'. That would have been more difficult to deal with.

I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament.

Alas, not me, lord!" she said. "Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

But the only measure that he knows is desire desire for power and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it that having the Ring we may seek to destroy it. If we seek this we shall put him out of reckoning.