Tuesday, 3 March 2015
I went to Heythrop this afternoon to undertake some personal research. As you might expect, I became distracted by the treasure trove of books there and consequently got nowhere. But on the way home, feeling tired and deflated, I was reminded of a Tolkien quote, half-heeded at first sight. It's this:
"But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song." (The Silmarillion, Chapter X, Of the Sindar).
Therefore, I deduced, my research is doomed.