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I always loved the idea of those warring sides of Bilbo. Sensible Hobbitishness on the one side and then this slowly awakening Tookish side. What is a poor hobbit to do in such situations but scream like a boiling kettle?!
The whole chapter just evokes pictures in your head. I'm not naturally a visual person, I don't need a picture with the words, but in this chapter it is impossible not to see it all playing out.
Though I must admit to wishing for more description of the hobbits, or some kind of comparison, because from the day I read this at age 7 to the day I saw the Lord of the Rings films I imagined hobbits as looking something like tall, less furry guinea pigs.
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