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My life is very monotonous. I run after the chickens; the men run after me. All the chickens are the same, and all the men are the same. Consequently, I get a little bored. but if you tame me, my days will be as if filled with sunlight. I shall know a sound of footstep different from all the rest. Other steps make me run to earth. Yours will call me out of my foxhole like music. And besides, look over there! You see the fields of corn ? Well, I don't eat bread. Corn is of no use for me. Corn fields remind me of nothing. Which is sad! On the other hand, your hair is the colour of gold. So think how wonderful it will be when you have tamed me. The corn, which is golden, will remind me you. And I shall come to love the sound of the wind in the field of corn... Said the wolf: here is my secret. It's very simple: I don't see well but with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.

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"If you aren't able to tell between a Man and a Hobbit, you have a worse judgement than what I thought. There's the same difference between an apple and a pea."
"That may be so. To a sheep all the other sheep look different without a doubt", said Lindir laughing. "And to the shepherd. But mortals have never been an object of study. [...]".

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"They are at first sight at any rate", laughed Pippin with sudden relief after reading Gandalf's
letter. "But handsome is as handsome does, as we say in the Shire; and I daresay we shall all look much the same after lying for days in hedges and ditches".

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Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

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Nothing in fact is evil from the beginning.

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Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps
find wisdom.

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The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream. Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last.

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With my numerous signs of punctuation in truth are a way of slowing down the reading rythm. Because I would like to be read slowly.

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Slow and steady wins the race, but who stops doesn't go in front.

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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.