“In that hour of trial it was the love of his master that helped most to hold him firm; but also deep down in him lived still unconquered his plain hobbit-sens: he knew in the core of his heart that he was not large enough to bear such a burden, even if such visions were not a mere cheat to betray him. The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command”
The Lord of the Rings – J.R.R Tolkien.
Magiskfantastisk. Som nugatti på ferskt brød, honning i teen, lukta av bensin og lyden av en påhengsmotor.