After skimming through the past two pages of empassioned jabber, I've come to a point of complete exhaustion. And here and now, I'd like to make a proclaimation:<P>We all love the Lord of the Rings in one way or another. Some of us may love this new visual/audial rendition of it because of its captivating tale. Others, more traditional, enjoy it in a bound form that we can appreciate through hours of beautiful description and character development that form our epic tale. And then there are those who love them both; those who have read the masterpeice, and seen the work of art. Now think to yourself, who am I to criticize what others cherish deep within, do I not share the same? If someone came along and told you that Tolkien sucked and Dickens was better, would it really be much different?<P><BR>Beyond Lethargic,<BR>Iarwain
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