In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. How many times have I read this passage knowing that I was in for a treat? 29 (not counting the 7 times a day I read it several years teaching it, Ill count each of those days as 1). I think, perchance I shall make it 30 very soon.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 04:42:05 +0000