Re-reading the Lord of the Rings, Chapter 59
Saruman's descent into meanness is almost too much, what hopes did he have? To use the rings for good? To make Middle-earth into one big Lórien? But even then he'd only to suffer a degradation, besides the fact that such a plan wouldn't be wise, for it doesn't suit humans.
Little doubt leave his words to Merry, why he's after the Shire, he's in earnest comparing his dominion of Orcs, which was never more than a tool, to Lothlórien and the Shire, feeling that his royal rights have been violated - and that is madness indeed. It is, as if his own voice had him convinced himself.
I wonder whether Legolas thought more of the Glittering Caves than Gimli of the prospect to pass Fangorn, or whether he was only more polite - or perhaps not even that - but only more skilled with words, for his words might well mean: Boring shite!
Overall the chapter is characterised though by the desire to unstretch, to forget all efforts and roll up into a little shivering ball, as is well captured in old Bilbo, for it is wise indeed to retreat from life and test, whether the works that one did in earlier years are fit to carry oneself, as they are supposed to, and never would this be observed, nor in fact considered, if man wouldn't know the desire to become helpless again.
Great indeed is the harm done by the monsters.
As for the partings, in them the light of the greater things flickers a last time. All sacrifice moves me to tears these days... still few tears flow.
Little doubt leave his words to Merry, why he's after the Shire, he's in earnest comparing his dominion of Orcs, which was never more than a tool, to Lothlórien and the Shire, feeling that his royal rights have been violated - and that is madness indeed. It is, as if his own voice had him convinced himself.
I wonder whether Legolas thought more of the Glittering Caves than Gimli of the prospect to pass Fangorn, or whether he was only more polite - or perhaps not even that - but only more skilled with words, for his words might well mean: Boring shite!
Overall the chapter is characterised though by the desire to unstretch, to forget all efforts and roll up into a little shivering ball, as is well captured in old Bilbo, for it is wise indeed to retreat from life and test, whether the works that one did in earlier years are fit to carry oneself, as they are supposed to, and never would this be observed, nor in fact considered, if man wouldn't know the desire to become helpless again.
Great indeed is the harm done by the monsters.
As for the partings, in them the light of the greater things flickers a last time. All sacrifice moves me to tears these days... still few tears flow.
Eingetragen Am/um
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