It went in at last, and Butterbur’s face was a study in wonder. The eyes in his broad face grew round, and his mouth opened wide, and he gasped.
‘Strider!’ he exclaimed when he got back his breath. ‘Him with a crown and all and a golden cup! Well, what are we coming to?’
‘Better times, for Bree at any rate,’ said Gandalf.
'I hope so, I'm sure,' said Butterbur.
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one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there
that kid is gonna grow up and write novels we are all going to weep over.
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by the way that’s what i did with my summer
the one and only notable sunburn i got this summer i got at, i think it was Robert Moses, lying on the sand, listening to the surf pounding, with a sopping wet denim skirt because my niece dragged me into the ocean like the tyrannical child she is even though i said i was only getting my feet wet
anyway what was i saying
the only real sunburn i got this summer, i got reading Beowulf at the beach
because that’s what nerds do at the beach
they read ancient epic poetry
and it was extra cool because it was at the part where Beowulf goes underwater to fight Grendel’s mother
so just basically
if i had read Beowulf before The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings
which would be pretty fucking incredible for a nine year old to be reading Beowulf but let’s just go with it a minute here
i would have been just pointing to every other passage going
"Beowulf, Beowulf, Beowulf, Beowulf, Beowulf, fuckin’ Beowulf"
first complete sentence on page 45 of the first book i pick up describing my sex life
He realized that the demon was going to decend on the hall, that he had plotted all day, from dawnlight until darkness gathered again over the world and stealthy night shapes came stealing forth under the cloud murk.
"During the next year or two he had turned up fairly often, coming unexpectedly after dusk, and going off without warning before sunrise."
my boyfriend grabbed my copy of Beowulf, i grabbed LoTR. yep.
reread “moominsummer madness” yesterday. here’s some illustrations i scanned from the book; sorry there’s a couple of blurry patches but the pages of my copy are a bit curled (the hemulen wardress in the second pic got the worst of it even though i rescanned it twice!)
fun fact: this book rules. moominvalley gets flooded and moominpappa writes a play (neither event pictured)
i never get tired of her illustrations
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
And then, at the beginning of Inception, he starts out washed up on a shore.
still no oscar
Leo’s entire film career of unrelated projects has better continuity than glee.
reblogging because that comment
that’s messed up guys.
whenever my niece is downstate visiting, i’ve been reading her The Hobbit as a bedtime story. this is the result. my favorite thing: “Here of old was The Rain, king under the mountain.” and i mean her drawing of the Great Worm (aka the Gear Worm) and the Lonely Mountain and OMG SHE TRIED TO COPY THE RUNES I LOVE HER.