It was an amusing moment just now when I decided to mess with forces beyond my control. Pulling from my floor (a location conveniently next to my over-cluttered desk) my battered and possibly ill-gotten paperback RotK, I sat upon my bed with it. I tried to balance it upon its spine. It failed. A good six times.
Eventually I sort of threw it in the air and jabbed a finger into the pages while I caught it. With my eyes closed, I found a paragraph.
Quote:
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Leod was the name of Eorl's father. He was a tamer of wild horses; for there were many at that time in the land. He captured a white foal, and it grew quickly to a horse strong, and fair, and proud. No man could tame it. When Leod dared to mount it, it bored him away, and at last threw him, and Leod's head struck a rock, and so he died. He was then only two and forty years old, and his son a youth of sixteen.
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And so based upon this, I suspect that I will either leave a kid behind when I die a painful death due to my own daring... or I am a wild horse that no man may tame.
Ooh, I like the latter. Yes. 'Tis my light skin that gives it away. Young and pale, fair, proud, strong... Yes, yes, I like this. Untamed. So very true. Fatal. Oh lovely.
