*breaks into sweat at people thinking books were common items prior to the dissemination of the printing press*
*sweats harder at people thinking books were valued for their text rather than their labor*
I always just tell myself that when authors say “he had a truly extensive library!” they mean “He had like, ten and a quarter books!” instead of “hundreds of volumes!” It makes me feel better.
“Her library was so big you had to use two hands to carry it!”
Suspension of disbelief is a funny thing. Dragons roaming around, setting things on fire, eating herds of sheep? Yeah. People having actual libraries in stuff that’s ambiguously set in the medieval period? THIS IS UNREALISTIC.
“Wow, that guy’s so smart, he’s got hundreds of books.”
“What do you mean, smart? You’re implying this dumbass has to actually READ them?”
maybe! but then I thought of the last two surviving grandchildren of finwe in middle earth getting to reunite and celebrate and at least they could have fun for once ;u;
whenever i find monty python casually just on my dashboard i just blink a few times and then get super excited because i don’t see them as much as i’d like to on tumblr
You: Good morning!
Gandalf, an intellectual: Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
‘We drove out orcs from the great gate and guard – I think; the next word is blurred and burned: probably room– we slew many in the bright – I think – sun in the dale. Flói was killed by an arrow. He slew the great. Then there is a blur followed by Flói under grass near Mirror mere. The next line or two I cannot read. Then comes We have taken the twentyfirst hall of North end to dwell in. There is I cannot read what. A shaft is mentioned. Then Balin has set up his seat in the Chamber of Mazarbul.’
– Christopher Tolkien, attempting to decipher his father’s manuscripts