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the lord of the rings. an epic trilogy brought to us by j.r.r. tolkien during the first half of the twentieth century. the ulimate quest. the ultimte battle between good and evil. the ultimate chronicle of stewardship of the earth. a band of brothers, if you will, before its time. it was a sad day indeed when i happened to stumble across
this last week while engaing in some arduous television surfing. not that there is anything wrong with it. i'm just saying.
grey pilgrim. incanus. mithrandir. olorin. tharkun. gandalf. he goes by many names, but there is no mistaking, there is and there can be only one. hmmm, that sounds familiar some how. regardless, i do not think
this is what j.r.r. had envisioned.
lastly, since we are discussing an english work, i suppose i can tie
this story, albeit ever loosely, to our discourse. i leave you simply with a thunderous chant of 'thundercats, thundercats, ho.'