My Precious, my Precious.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

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

The Lord of the Rings is of course a fundamentally religious and Catholic work; unconsciously so at first, but consciously in the revision.

Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.