"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

been on quote tripping lately... bear with me...

"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."

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