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The Black Dog Dialogues
“The road goes ever on . . .”
I read The Hobbit back when I was a freshman in college.
It was one of the things you did, along with being artistically shaggy and studiously disheveled, avoiding any semblance of what anyone over thirty would consider responsible behavior. You majored in liberal arts, lived in one of the apartments subdividing what had been, once upon a time, a gracious, bourgeois turn of the century house; the layers of bygone wallpaper now painted over with dark blue, purple or black, embellished with fluorescent neon-hued blacklight posters. There was a mattress in the corner on the floor -- no box, mismatched disarrayed sheets tattooed with body fluids semi-obscured by an Indian throw tossed carelessly on top. The social hub of the room was a low table littered with roaches and clips, overflowing ashtrays, small oddly shaped pipes, packets of JOB papers and a bong or two reeking of stagnant, gunky water.
Well, this is considerably more than the three sentences allowed in this thread , but I do like the writing.
However, it does seem to go on and on without getting the point, whatever that is.