Back in September a friend and I went up to Oxford to commemorate the 40th anniversary of J.R.R Tolkien. I said to my friend on the train: "I hope to God we don't meet any fans," and thankfully we met only one at the Wolvercote cemetery, a young Polish woman who followed us (at a distance) to the Eagle & Child pub. I think of most Tolkien fans as I do of most traditionalists. I will not elaborate that but suffice it to say that I am terribly glad to have remained relatively anonymous in the world of Tolkien fandom.
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