thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


November 02, 2009

Like a story

(...) 'For I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate.' A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. 'For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and I've lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and a long time to listen to.

Treebeard, in The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, by Tolkien

12:27 AM

 

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Guess what today isssss?

xx

3/11/09 07:51  
Blogger João Campos said...

Your birthday? :)

3/11/09 11:25  

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