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Feanor-in-a-toga makes me imagine a Silmified Julius Caesar.
Friends, Noldor, Kinsfolk, lend me your [ambiguously-pointed] ears!
I come not to bury Finwe, but to praise him!
The evil done to him lives after him;
His good has been interred with his bones;
So let us bury Morgoth.
This looks like fun...!
hS
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