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"Quickly we stick labels on all that is, labels that stick once & for all. By these labels we recognize everything but no longer SEE anything. We know the labels on all the bottles, but never taste the wine. "

Time for a reread.

"Weighed down by fatigue and wretchedness..."

"Weighed down by fatigue and wretchedness... "

I've always suspected I've a bit of Nanny to my personality, but this sums it up rather succinctly : "Nanny Ogg quite liked cooking, provided there were other people around to do things like chop up the vegetables and wash the dishes afterward."

I know & love the version narrated by R.Inglis. Let's see how this new version narrated by A.Serkis holds up. Fingers crossed for another great telling.

I know & love the version narrated by R.Inglis.
Let's see how this new version narrated by A.Serkis holds up.
Fingers crossed for another great telling.

A little different experience listening vs reading this series, but honestly... It's like returning to old friends. I had forgotten how much I love these characters.
This series is exactly my cup of tea.

I'm having a hard time with Nell. If she was half as smart as she tells us she is, she would make better decisions.

"Ever and anon the furnaces far below its ashen cone would grow hot and with a great surging and throbbing pour forth rivers of molten rock from chasms in its sides. Some would flow blazing towards Barad-dûr down great channels; some would wind their way into the stony plain, until they cooled and lay like twisted dragon-shapes vomited from the tormented earth."

"Overestimating yourself is always a mistake," her mother used to say. "But underestimating yourself is far worse. "

"It was the right moment. It always js when something beautiful happens."

"With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains. Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!"
Worthy of following.

Rallying: "Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before: Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!"

“No matter what others say or do, embrace what makes you, you.”

“It's unknown how many students' lives librarians have saved by welcoming loners at lunch.”

"Actually, she thought all children - without exception - were miracle workers. "

"Actually, she thought all children - without exception - were miracle workers. "

"The plain was dark with their marching companies, and as far as eyes could strain in the mirk there sprouted, like a foul fungus-growth, all about the beleaguered city great camps of tents, black or sombre red."

"The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn."

"... For I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to; the long explanations needed by the young are wearying."

"Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something."

"And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom."

"...they were tired and sleepy, and their hearts were as gloomy as the dying day."

"Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something."

"...they were tired and sleepy, and their hearts were as gloomy as the dying day."

"Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something."

"...they were tired and sleepy, and their hearts were as gloomy as the dying day."

‘Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.’

"Finally, the slick mountains of love break over us."