I will not walk with your progressive apes, erect and sapient. Before them gapes the dark abyss to which their progress tends– if by God’s mercy progress ever ends, and does not ceaselessly revolve the same unfruitful course with changing of a name. I will not treat your dusty path and flat, denoting this and that by this and that, your world immutable wherein no part the little maker has with maker’s art. I bow not yet before the Iron Crown, nor cast my own small golden sceptre down.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Hope Against the Lies of Man
SEE HERE The Hobbit opens tomorrow so it seems fitting to link to the Imaginative Conservative's page on the lies of man. Tolkien's poem ends thus: