[Quiet Man Cometh]

I can see my copies of the Hobbit and the Silmarillion on my shelf. I read a little in the Silmarillion, enough to get me through a laundromat in Ireland when it was pissing rain outside and I was waiting for my room to open up. Not the best of reading atmospheres. I was sitting cross-legged on top of a counter that was probably for folding clothes with no socks and no bra and wearing damp everything else.