Ooh! Ooh! Is it a hobbit hole? Is it? With an oak lined hallway and a crackling fire and a groaning pantry and a comfy armchair and books handritten on vellum with silver clasps? Is it? Is it?
It isn’t is it?
“And I came to a hill that I never saw before … and then I found that I was climbing, and I went up and up a long way, till at last the thicket stopped and I came out crying just under the top of a big bare place, where there were ugly grey stones lying all about on the grass, and here and there a little twisted, stunted tree came out from under a stone, like a snake. And I went up, right to the top, a long way. I never saw such big ugly stones before … I looked out from them and saw the country, but it was strange.” – Arthur Machen
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