He who limps is still walking.
He who limps is still walking.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.
A Dirge Rough Wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the…
Tolkien has become a monster, devoured by his own popularity and absorbed into the absurdity of our time. The chasm…