“By 1918 all but one of my close friends were dead.”
Tag: the Tolkien Ensemble
“There is an ancient myth in this feature, that of the ‘true language’, the tongue in which there is a thing for each word and a word for each thing, and in which signifier then naturally has power over signified.”
Alive without breath, / As cold as death, /Never thirsty, ever drinking, /All in mail, never clinking.
And Doom fell on Tinúviel…
And long ago they passed away /
In the forest singing sorrowless.
