The tired hobbits are in the house of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry:
“At last Tom and Goldberry rose and cleared the table swiftly. The guests were commanded to sit quiet, and were set in chairs, each with a footstool to his tired feet. There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood. When everything was set in order, all the lights in the room were put out, except one lamp and a pair of candles at each end of the chimney-shelf. Then Goldberry came and stood before them, holding a candle; and she wished them each a good night and deep sleep.
‘Have peace now,’ she said, ‘until the morning! Heed no nightly noises! For nothing passes door and window here save moonlight and starlight and the wind off the hill-top. Good night!’
She passed out of the room with a glimmer and a rustle. The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently away downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night.”
—John Tolkien, The Lord Of The Rings, book 1, chapter 7
One of my favorite moments from one of my favorite books! The next time I wish my daughter “Good night,” I’ll quote Goldberry when she wished the hobbits good night. This will be probably tonight. :-)
No Matter What by Debi Gliori is one of my favorite books ever (thanks to Ani)!
Maybe this book is also (at least partially) the reason why I am drawing on paper for a while now — even if I know that I would probably never become a true illustrator! But I like drawing, so I keep doing it… :-)
Monsters & Carrots “live” on the pages of a few notebooks of mine for the last 2+ years. I am still curious what will happen with all these crazy drawings…
UPDATE @ 13:15: The power of Twitter! :)
Read this… if you can still read more than a couple of paragraphs! ;-)
Why can’t we read anymore?
The reasons for that low number are, I guess, the same as your reasons for reading fewer books than you think you should have read last year: I’ve been finding it harder and harder to concentrate on words, sentences, paragraphs. Let alone chapters. Chapters often have page after page of paragraphs. It just seems such an awful lot of words to concentrate on, on their own, without something else happening. And once you’ve finished one chapter, you have to get through another one. And usually a whole bunch more, before you can say finished, and get to the next. The next book. The next thing. The next possibility. Next next next.
P.S. Last two books that I read in paperback, are Patrick Rothfuss’s The Name of the Wind and The Wise Man’s Fear. Now waiting for part #3… :)
“I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and I am content.”
—Conan the Cimmerian, “Queen of the Black Coast” (1934)
I very much like this quote by
Conan the Barbarian… I mean, by Robert E. Howard. ;-)
Et les verres étaient vides
Et la bouteille brisée
Et le lit était grand ouvert
Et la porte fermée
Et toutes les étoiles de verre
Du bonheur et de la beauté
Resplendissaient dans la poussière
De la chambre mal balayée
Et j’étais ivre mort
Et j’étais feu de joie
Et toi ivre vivante
Toute nue dans mes bras.
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