How we are engaged
Such are the conflations of memory and art, Son of Númenor, wherein we make our meaning. No great error, I would think. As Tolkien himself said, what if a Mr. S. Gollem should appear on his doorstep!
Which brings me to my question now. In honour of Mother's Day (at least in North America, although not in England), let me ask this.
In what way was Tolkien's engagement to Edith Bratt similar to Mabel Suffield's engagement to Arthur Tolkien?
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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