[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Flair? Panache? Bah! Anguirel, thou shalt take off thy rose-tinted spectacles and witness for thyself the unspoken truth: the cardinal sin; the treacherous fall of even the brightest, even the happiest, and yea! even those deemed wise by all their fellows. This folly must be shackled, controlled, scrutinized and rejected by those who understand, in finality, at the end of things, that assumption itself is deadly, and a blight, and a plague, and a curse that spoils, and a beast that devours, a beast to be slain by the brave and the humble; and that one which especially concerns wit and and the joyful dance of words, and that one which especially concerns your honest friend, Eomer of the Rohirrim.