Your friend has been putting the wrong kind of mushrooms
in his/her morning omelet. Tolkien was never in prison AFAIK.
He was on the Oxford faculty the entire time he wrote LotR.
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Reality is for those who cannot cope with Middle-earth.
Nope, he was never in prison. Apparently he worked on some of the
Silmarillion-type stuff while in a hospital from WWI, though. I can't
recall what was wrong with him that put him in the hospital. IIRC, he was
more sick, than injured, but I could be wrong.
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DR
Thats what i figured. But was tolkien ever arrested for some kind of stupid
crime at all?
I don't think so. None of the biographies mention anything
of the sort AFAIK. Of course, there could be a massive
cover-up going on, but to be honest JRRT didn't seem the
sort to go around committing crimes.
"DR" <dr...@mb.sympatico.ca> wrote in message
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Trench fever, IIRC.
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Bill
"Wise fool"
Gandalf, THE TWO TOWERS
Not that I'm aware of. Is it important?
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AC
Your friend is confusing Oxford Don and intellectual JRRT (who wrote
wonderful books) with cockney spiv and well-known jailbird Jeffrey Archer
(who writes puerile disneyish tripe)
Thanks, I thought it was something like that.
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DR
This is part of an interview that will be on 60 minutes
this Sunday:
Mort: So, you were in prison with Tolkien.
Man: Word UP! "Snoop-Huan-Huan" is what we called him.
He ran the block with an iron pen. Anyone be dissing
Beowulf or asking dope questions like "Why didn't
them Eagles just fly the ring to Mordor" and Snoop-
Huan-Huan be on their ass like jam spread too thin
on toast.
Mort: Oh. What was in prison for, do you know?
Man: He ran a ring ring.
Mort: Excuse me? A ring ring? Is that prison slang?
Man: Foo! A ring-ring. I'm just messing with ya. He
has heavy into weed. Ain't you never read the
books.?
Mort: Well, no.
Man: That's messed up. Snoop-Huan-Huan, man could write.
I remember one time he was all ripped on some hoocth
and he like snuck up all stealthy like and knifed this
big guy named Smoke and took the man's crap winnings,
all the while screaming, "It belongs to the dwarves!
The dwarves I tell ye." A big old riot broke out. After-
wards he wrote it all up in that fancy way of his. That's
where the Battle of the Five Armies comes from.
Any chance that he is confusing Tolkien with Adolf Hitler?
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> Tolkien was never in prison AFAIK.
> He was on the Oxford faculty the entire time he wrote LotR.
Which may be the same thing - we must ask somebody from
Oxford to confirm.
Cheers,
Mia
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LOL. I was thinking the same thing.
Umm
that would be Karl May.
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what is middleearth?
unfortunately nobody can explain what middleearth is
you must see it for yourself
the story is the failed earlier attempt
to end the matrixs domination of humanity
unfortunately agent smith successfully deluded frodo
into believing that morpheus was that evil sauron
(all dressed in black)
just remembet
there is no ring
>Once upon a time, more precisely on Tue, 31 Dec 2002
>00:39:18 -0500, Flame of the West <Fo...@nospam.solinas.org>
>decided to release into cyberspace:
>
>> Tolkien was never in prison AFAIK.
>> He was on the Oxford faculty the entire time he wrote LotR.
>
>Which may be the same thing - we must ask somebody from
>Oxford to confirm.
Speaking from Cambridge, I can confirm that Oxford is indeed a prison.
Tom
Not to my knowledge, though quite a few famous authors have written
their works while in prison -- Sir Thomas Malory and Marco Polo come to
mind.
DS
>just remembet
>there is no ring
*has deja vu, as usual*
kitznegari... the penniless sitar player
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"As he [Bunyan] grew older he was drawn during the Civil War as a soldier to
go to the siege of Leicester. In 1647 Bunyan married an orphan who was a
praying Christian. She led her husband to the Lord. Bunyan began to preach,
but he was arrested and sent to prison for twelve years (one-fifth of his
life) for preaching without receiving permission from the established
church. All he had to do to go free was to promise to give up his ministry.
During his time in prison he wrote this book.
"Pilgrim's Progress has bee read more often than any other book other than
the Bible. The reading of it can not only be a pleasant experience, but a
life changing one as well. On his release from prison Bunyan lived a very
useful life as minister of Bunyan Meeting in Bedford. He died in 1688.
"The Pilgrim's Progress is an allegory combined with prose fiction of
compelling and dramatic proportions. This is a story of the struggle of the
soul for salvation. He is able to capture the totality of the Christian
experience according to Scripture. It is so packed with information that it
becomes very hard to select even a few quotes that might give the impact of
the book. The book has two parts, the first deals with Christian as he
struggles with his decision to leave his unbelieving family and friends to
follow Jesus and his journey to the Celestial City. Part II deals with his
wife, Christiana, and children and their decision to follow after Christian
to the Celestial City. The journey for both is full of encounters, perils,
trials, and interesting people and places. The story has immediate
application in everyday life."
Quoted from:
http://www.geocities.com/menofvictory/books004pilgrimsprogress.html
Steve,
who avidly read LOTR in just days back in the 1970s, has enjoyed the movies
so far, and because of this enjoyment has begun to reread the books in 2002
and lurk in AFT and RABT.
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We are all of us always in prison, but someday we may all escape.
J.
Your 'friend' is deluded.
Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries
to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and
talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls? The world
outside has not become less real because the prisoner cannot see it.
JRRT.
...and next your "friend" will say the original title was "Mein Trilogy".
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Another example is François Villon (1431-ca.1486), a great poet and also a
thief and rogue, whose final end is unknown. On at least one occasion he was
condemned to death. He was pardoned that time, but had no reason to expect
it; and , while waiting to get executed together with some other gallow
birds, he wrote the following poem (translated into English by Swinburne):
THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD
Which Villon Made for Himself and his Comrades,
Expecting to be Hanged Along with Them
Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
Let not your hearts too hard against us be;
For if some pity of us poor men ye give,
The sooner God shall take of you pity.
Here are we five or six strung up, you see,
And here the flesh that all too well we fed
Bit by bit eaten and rotten, rent and shred,
And we the bones grow dust and ash withal;
Let no man laugh at us discomforted,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
If we call on you, brothers, to forgive,
Ye should not hold our prayer in scorn, though we
Were slain by law; ye know that all alive
Have not wit alway to walk righteously;
Make therefore intercession heartily
With him that of a virgin's womb was bred,
That his grace be not as a dry well-head
For us, nor let hell's thunder on us fall:
We are dead, let no man harry or vex us dead,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
The rain has washed and laundered us all five,
And the sun dried and blackened; yea perdie,
Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive
Have dug our eyes out, and plucked off for fee
Our beards and eyebrows; never are we free,
Not once, to rest; but here and there still sped,
Drive at its wild will by the winds change led,
More pecked by birds than fruits on garden-wall;
Men, for God's love, let no gibe here be said,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
Prince Jesus, that of all art Lord and head,
Keep us that hell not be our bitter bed;
We have nought to do in such a master's hall.
Be not therefore of our fellowhead,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
Öjevind