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178 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1997
Old Tom Bombadil was a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket was and his boots were yellow
Green were his girdle and his breeches all of leather,
He wore in his hat a swan-wing feather.
He lived up under Hill, where the Withyywindle
Ran from a grassy well down into the dingle.
(el Hombre de la Luna)
—¿Qué hace él solo todo el día? —dijo Roverandom a Rover.
—¿Hacer? —dijo el perro de la luna�. Oh, durante todo el día está bastante ocupado; aunque desde que llegaste parece aún más ocupado de lo que yo le había visto durante mucho tiempo. Inventando sueños, creo yo.
—¿Y para quién los inventa?
—¡Oh, para los del otro lado de la luna! En este lado nadie sueña; todos los que sueñan van a la parte de atrás.
Los Maulladores viven en sus sombras
como tinta, húmedas y negras,
y lenta y suave su campana toca
cuando te devora la ciénaga.
La ciénaga te traga, si te atreves
a golpear, llamando a su puerta,
mientras miran las gárgolas, sonrientes,
y derraman aguas infectas.
En el mundo de los cuentos de hadas (o de la ڲԳٲí) hay una gracia súbita y milagrosa con la que ya nunca se puede volver a contar. No niegan la existencia de la discatástrofe, de la tristeza y el fracaso, pues la posibilidad de ambos se hace necesaria para el gozo de la liberación; rechazan (tras numerosas pruebas, si así lo deseáis) la completa derrota final, y son por tanto evangelium, ya que proporcionan una fugaz visión del Gozo, Gozo que los límites de este mundo no encierran y que es penetrante como el sufrimiento mismo.
'I hope you are taking some stout rope with you?' he said.I was living for the comic relief this tale provided � Farmer Giles can be read as a satire on the typical dragon-slaying hero. He is fat and red-bearded and enjoys a slow, comfortable life. Just by pure coincidince does he manage to ward away a rather deaf and short-sighted giant. Same goes for the useless knights sent by the King to pursue the dragon.
'What for?' said Giles. 'To hang myself?'
Her gleaming eyesAs fun as it can be to read Sam's poems about stone trolls and hear about Frodo's dark and despairing dreams, this selection of poetry left me rather underwhelmed.
In great surprise
Looked up to the eyes of Mee:
A marvellous thing,
Head-down to swing,
Above a starry sea!
Things might have been different, but they could not have been better.An autobiographical interpretation places Tolkien himself as Niggle � in mundane matters as well as spiritual ones. Tolkien was compulsive in his writing, his revision, his desire for perfection in form and in the "reality" of his invented world, its languages, its chronologies, its existence. Like Niggle, Tolkien came to abandon other projects or graft them onto his "Tree," Middle-earth. Like Niggle, Tolkien faced many chores and duties that kept him from the work he loved.