I was re-reading Tolkien's translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight when I came to the description of the chlorophyllic ka-nig-it's weapon of choice. Coming in at the 10th stanza: 10 And yet he had not a helm, nor a hauberk either, not a pisane, not a plate that was proper to arms; not... Continue Reading →
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world." So too if script-writers would not change perfectly-written lines of dialogue for no good reason at all!
"He's not quite dead yet!"