The Hobbit (Middle Earth, #0)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.

He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold.

Such a good example of Tolkien’s charming, fairytale writing style

His rage passes description—the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted. His fire belched forth, the hall smoked, he shook the mountain-roots.

Tolkien said “eat the rich”