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Like any mythology, that of Middle-earth will be retold and reinterpreted by those whose imaginations if not stomachs are whetted by its cauldron of strange stew. In such cases, those new works will stand or fall not on their debt or faithfulness to Tolkien, but on the extent to which they also provide imaginative sustenance.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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