Ephemera

Of course everyone can order a personal replica of Arwen’s pendant or Aragorn’s sword these days.  But some Lord of the Rings fans have generated quainter ephemera.

Paper dolls looking for lovely elf and hobbit dresses are now in luck.

Those who live in dollhouses might wish for something to read by the miniature fireplace.

Baked goods and other eatibles presumably taste better with Hobbit names.

Gondor never looked more appetizing.

And nothing would be better than a Tolkien quilt to curl up in while reading his works and eating the aforesaid goodies.

 

A Clerical Note

Since a season of exams and other unpleasantries is now imminent, I will not be posting for a few weeks.  Regular readers (either or both of you) may not want to check back until March.

Bonam fortunam to the rest of you in the same straights!

 

The Airport

Dante envisioned Hell as an inferno.  He should have envisioned it as an airport.  An airport with waiting rooms where one can look out over miles of frozen asphalt and cubic sheds covered with unfathomable steel tubes and railings and gas pumps and hatches.  An airport where one waits and waits for one’s flight only to learn that it has been cancelled, and that one must wait and wait for a later flight, also to be cancelled… where one wanders in an endless circle over moving walkways, from terminal to terminal, lugging a heavy carry-on bag and looking for a ticket agent, who refers one to a customer service agent, who then refers one to a ticket agent.  An airport where there is no help for the Russian woman who is crying and wandering from one official-looking person to another, pleading in broken English, “Need plane Toronto.  Mother have surgery… why plane cancel?  Please, please, Toronto tonight.”

Hell is the airport from which there is no flight out.