Mad Libs

[The Saucepan Man]

I couldn't resist posting this excerpt from the Choices of Master Samwise:

Even as Sam himself fiddled, looking at her, seeing his death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote voice had spoken. And he fumbled in his filing cabinet with his left hand, and found what he sought: stumpy and literary and robust it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the mobile phone of JRR Tolkien.

'JRR Tolkien! ' he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the imaginary friends as they sneezed under the stars in the beloved shadows of the the Barrow Downs, and the music of imaginary friends as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Tony Blair.