Using every grungy trick
From booby trap to pungee stick
We hardly need the strength of thirty
When we can win by playing dirty.
Two-four-six-eight
Tiptoe, sneak
And infiltrate
Cha-cha-cha.
"Can I kill them a little?" squealed a short squat man with a black nose-patch,
rushing to Farahslax with a garrote.
"Nay, Magnavox," said Farahslax. "Who are you?" he said, turning to Frito, "and
what is your evil purpose?"
"My companions and I are going to Fordor to cast the Great Ring into the Zazu
Pits," said Frito.
At that, Farahslax's face darkened, and looking first at Goddam and Spam, then
back to Frito, he tiptoed out of the grove with a little smile and disappeared
with his men into the surrounding forest, singing merrily.
The interesting thing is how closely this scene, in all its essentials,
parallels Tolkien's early drafts, where the Faramir character is just a passing
adventure. Henry Beard and Doug Kenney must have had secret access to the
Marquette archives in
1970!
Everyone is laughing for heart's ease, now that they're in Ithilien! Join me in the Reading Room this week for a squireific topic-oriented discussion of Chapter 4, Book IV of The Two Towers: "Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit".
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