Pippin: (husky voice, heavy breathing) I...I've...never felt...this way before...about anyone.
Orc: Shut up and kiss me, you fool!
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"The other [theme] had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud, and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony...and it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but it seemed that its most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern..."
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