Jan. 7th, 2002
On last chapter of The Two Towers, then slid into a 2-hour nap. I'd forgotten what good old-fashioned nightmare fodder it is. Thanks so much, Professor T. Must've been such a comfort to Christopher during the war. "Ain't you scared, Tolkien? Them mortars is getting awfully close." "Not really. I got another of those long letters from my Dad." "You poor bastard!"