Met a couple of friends today for lunch and we did a nice, brief bit of book tourism, by visiting the pub where J.R.R. Tolkien used to meet his friends, among them C.S. Lewis, while lecturing at Oxford. Think of the ideas conceived there, man.
We also talked about how great sloths are, of course, and how we were on it before they became trendy. That’s us. Blazing trails.
The stories of the eagle and the child
D’you reckon he sat here
Not this chair, I mean
But in a Trigger’s broom kind of way
Thirteen stools and four floorboards later?
Did he, as I do, sup my pint
– I’ll wager he went for something darker –
And then stare into that glass of gold
As if it contained the universe?
Do you think that’s where he first saw it
The vast plains and murky woods
Mountains iron and misty
The road going ever, ever on?
Just a man sat mulling
A table and chair
A glass and some runes
For me it’s only a one pint pilgrimage
Home trains, headlights, wheels on wet tarmac
But to know that your feet followed
Those whose hands penned the central world
Well, that’s pretty cool
One thing you can definitely do with a good book is…