[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

That's a fantastic image:

Enter Hamlet, wearing a tattered loincloth with matching pondweed accessories. He has in his hand some pieces of paper (their alliance is too tenuous to accord them the title "book")

Hamlet To be or not to be, preciousss? That'ssss the question; yessss. Whether 'tisss nobler in the mind to sssuffer the slingses and arrowses of outrageousss fortune *gollum* or to take armses againssst a sssea of troubleses (we hates them, preciouss) and by opposing end them. *gollum*.


Or the crowning moment of his career, the performance of the Scottish Play that brought down the house at the Osgiliath Pantheon:

Macbeth Tomorrow *gollum* and tomorrow *gollum* and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day. And all our yesterdayses has lighted foolss the ways to dussty death, preciouss...

And so forth.

[ January 07, 2003: Message edited by: Squatter of Amon Rudh ]