<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:<HR>Then without taking counsel or waiting for the approach of the men of the City, he spurred headlong back to the front of the great host, and blew a horn, and cried aloud for the onset. Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!’<HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>I have seen it.
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What's a burrahobbit got to do with my pocket, anyways?
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