Denethor struggles to free himself from his new Chinese finger trap before the scene begins.
OR
"In his hand a white golden rod and a golden knob. He did not look up. Solemnly they paces the long floor towards him, until they stood three paces from his foot stool."
Denethor:
(Thinking) Couldn't those two wait? I'm just a couple of pages to end of this chapter!
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"Loo, what sholde a man in thyse dayes now wryte, 'egges' or 'eyren'?" - Caxton, Eneydos