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Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.
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tolkien
bad-reviews
boring
opinions
reviews
complain
lotr
literary-criticism
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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"You will not pass!" Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf."
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funny
gandalf
gunmetal-magic
ilona-andrews
roman
snarkiness
lotr
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Ilona Andrews |
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df699cf
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"Have you thought of an ending?" "Yes, several, and all are dark and unpleasant." "Oh, that won't do! Books ought to have good endings. How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?" "It will do well, if it ever came to that." "Ah! And where will they live? That's what I often wonder."
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writing
books
sam-gamgee
frodo
endings
happy-endings
lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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"Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes. What news from the West, oh wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight? 'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.' Oh, Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar. But you came not from the empty lands where no men are. From the mouth of the sea the South Wind flies, From the sand hills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans What news from the South, oh sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve. 'Ask me not where he doth dwell--so many bones there lie On the white shores and on the black shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!' Oh Boromir! Beyond the gate the Seaward road runs South, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey seas mouth. From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, And past the roaring falls And loud and cold about the Tower its loud horn calls. What news from the North, oh mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away. 'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, Golden Rauros Falls, bore him upon its breast.'
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poem
death
lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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c045e84
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How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.
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tolkien
fantasy
lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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31ebc32
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Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
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lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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e3e462f
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"Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the break of day?"
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travel
humour
poetry
funny
pippin
lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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687e656
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(One does not simply walk into Mordor--except that was exactly what everyone in the story did anyway.)
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lotr
mordor
lord-of-the-rings
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Jim Butcher |
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390cbe9
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I will not give you counsel, saying do this, or do that. For not in doing or contriving, nor in choosing between this course and another, can I avail; but only in knowing what was and is, and in part also what shall be.
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tolkien
lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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fcc5db0
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All your long years we have been friends. Trust me as you once did, let it go
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gandalf
lotr
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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0736342
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Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the sea to the kingdom of Gondor.
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war
fantasy
middle-earth
victory
lotr
king
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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f9f7e96
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Sometimes it's beautiful and we fall in love with all that story. Even after a thousand pages we don't want to leave the world the writer has made for us, or the make-believe people who live there. You wouldn't leave after two thousand pages, if there were two thousand. The Rings trilogy of J.R.R.Tolkien is a perfect example of this. A thousand pages of hobbits hasn't been enough for three generations of post-World War II fantasy fans; even when you add in that clumsy, galumphing dirigible of an epilogue, The Silmarillion, it hasn't been enough. Hence Terry Brooks, Piers Anthony, Robert Jordan, the questing rabbits of Watership Down, and half a hundred others. The writers of these books are creating the hobbits they still love and pine for; they are trying to bring Frodo and Sam back from the Grey Havens because Tolkien is no longer around to do it for them.
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tolkien
writing
hobbits
lotr
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Stephen King |