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windows with shutters inside
Jan. 26th, 2012 01:18 amThanks to some heroic work from my coworker (I definitely owe her a cookie, or equivalent) we managed to hit today's deadline. The twice-yearly release continues its remorseless progress. Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld, crawls mercilessly on . . . wait, wrong setting.
The Mark Reads discussion of the Lord of the Rings - at http://markreads.net/reviews/ - continues to be entertaining, and also rather heartwarming. I'm glad he's honestly enjoying the books so much.
Back continues to ache. I wish I knew what I was doing wrong so that I could do it right.
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"[...] I wonder now if even then Saruman was not turning to evil ways. But at any rate he used to give no trouble to his neighbours. I used to talk to him. There was a time when he was always walking about my woods. He was polite in those days, always asking my leave (at least when he met me); and always eager to listen. I told him many things that he would never have found out by himself; but he never repaid me in like kind. I cannot remember that he ever told me anything. And he got more and more like that; his face, as I remember it -- I have not seen it for many a day -- became like windows in a stone wall: windows with shutters inside."
-- Treebeard, in The Two Towers, by JRR Tolkien
The Mark Reads discussion of the Lord of the Rings - at http://markreads.net/reviews/ - continues to be entertaining, and also rather heartwarming. I'm glad he's honestly enjoying the books so much.
Back continues to ache. I wish I knew what I was doing wrong so that I could do it right.
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"[...] I wonder now if even then Saruman was not turning to evil ways. But at any rate he used to give no trouble to his neighbours. I used to talk to him. There was a time when he was always walking about my woods. He was polite in those days, always asking my leave (at least when he met me); and always eager to listen. I told him many things that he would never have found out by himself; but he never repaid me in like kind. I cannot remember that he ever told me anything. And he got more and more like that; his face, as I remember it -- I have not seen it for many a day -- became like windows in a stone wall: windows with shutters inside."
-- Treebeard, in The Two Towers, by JRR Tolkien
