This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.

We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to.

Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it.

May the hair on your toes never fall out!

I am wholly in favour of 'dull stodges'. A surprising large proportion prove 'educable': for which a primary qualification is the willingness to do work.