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Jan. 22nd, 2005 02:25 amПосле прочтения френдленты захотелось чего-то разумного, доброго, вечного и стопроцентно правильного. Например, вот:
'Is it dauntless Hurin,' quoth Delu-Morgoth,
'stout steel-handed, who stands before me,
a captive living as a coward might be?
Knowest thou my name, or need'st be told
what hope he has who is haled to Angband --
the bale most bitter, the Balrogs' torment?'
'I know and I hate. For that knowledge I fought thee
by fear unfettered, nor fear I now,'
said Thalion there...
...
'Build not thy hopes so high, O Bauglir --
I am no tool for thy evil treasons;
torment were sweeter than a traitor's stain.'
'Is it dauntless Hurin,' quoth Delu-Morgoth,
'stout steel-handed, who stands before me,
a captive living as a coward might be?
Knowest thou my name, or need'st be told
what hope he has who is haled to Angband --
the bale most bitter, the Balrogs' torment?'
'I know and I hate. For that knowledge I fought thee
by fear unfettered, nor fear I now,'
said Thalion there...
...
'Build not thy hopes so high, O Bauglir --
I am no tool for thy evil treasons;
torment were sweeter than a traitor's stain.'