I love LOTR, have read it too many times to count. But the poetry? Boring. I struggled to get through it without drifting off. But after a single reading of BOTR and I was walking around chanting, “I sit on the floor and pick my nose and dream of dirty things…” What I’m saying is the poetry definitely got better.
If I’m ever famous enough to be remembered after I pass into the Uttermost West, I assume people will mostly talk about how my dying words were, “elves who drub their dings.”
I love LOTR, have read it too many times to count. But the poetry? Boring. I struggled to get through it without drifting off. But after a single reading of BOTR and I was walking around chanting, “I sit on the floor and pick my nose and dream of dirty things…” What I’m saying is the poetry definitely got better.
I actually forgot about that bit of doggerel in the book - aces!
If I’m ever famous enough to be remembered after I pass into the Uttermost West, I assume people will mostly talk about how my dying words were, “elves who drub their dings.”
I will make sure of it.