This past semester, I borrowed a friend's copy of the single-volume red leatherbound edition of LOTR (The definitive version in my opinion, and the edition that WILL be in my library by Christmas). Every time I opened this huge volume to read, I felt just like Bilbo at his desk in the Undying Lands, poring over the final draft of the Red Book of Westmarch.
And he lived happily after, to the end of his days.
[ July 04, 2002: Message edited by: Greyhame ]
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