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Fëanor was an artistic genius, and as such was much like others of his ilk, too passionate and prone to rage for his own good.
I can't say that I hated the character, but felt more disappointed in his failings; but everything he ever did was on a grand scale. Even in death he proved larger than life, his inner fire consuming him.
As Neil Young once said, "Better to burn out than to fade away."
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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