I hope this new-fangled innovative onslaught of revised, reissued, reorganized, revamped and redressed pieces of literature doesn't turn into a materialistic juggernaut of business associates that see the color green in their eyes, as they find a scrap of paper under a chair, somewhere in Europe, and turn it into a 487 page history of why Tolkien considered Bombadil to be Jesus Christs twin brother.
Just cause it's got a shiny new leather cover, and one fact out of forty three right, doesn't mean we should run out and gooble it up as if we were all jabberwockies. But hey...I aint saying that I'm no optimist.
Sometimes I gotta take a break and read some Vance or Wolfe, to appreciate the soothing flow of the old Ronald Reuel River to guide my thoughts for me.
But don't listen to me, I can't even hear myself.