#towers

Gollum laughed. 'The Dead Marshes, yes, yes: that is their name,' he cackled. 'You should not look in when the candles are lit.' 'Who are they? What are they?' asked Sam shuddering, turning to Frodo, who was now behind him. 'I don't know,' said Frodo in a dreamlike voice. 'But I have seen them too. In the pools when the candles were lit. They lie in all the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water. I saw them: grim faces and evil, and noble faces and sad. Many faces proud and fair and weeds in their silver hair. But all foul, all rotting, all dead. A fell light is in them.' Frodo hid his eyes in his hands. 'I know not who they are; but I saw there Men and Elves, and Orcs beside them. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#gollum #j-r-r-tolkien #sam #the-lord-of-the-rings #the-two-towers

Oh no…!” Swanilde gasped, a dance of emotions going across her face. I could see sadness, anger, fear, and compassion-as well as so many more emotions that I couldn’t grasp. “My father-he’s dead! ↗

— Bethany Huang

#eiffel #towers #anger

In Dwimordene,in Lorien Seldom have walked the feet of Men, Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever,long and bright. Galadriel!Galadriel! Clear is the water of your well; White is the star in your white hand; Unmarred,unstained is leaf and land In Dwimordene,in Lorien More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#j-r-r-tolkien #the-two-towers #men

We saw when those World Trade towers came down what these terrorists will do. ↗

— Paul Cellucci

#down #saw #terrorists #these #those

Children of her type contrive the purest philosophies. Ada had worked out her own little system. Hardly a week had elapsed since Van’s arrival when he was found worthy of being initiated in her web of wisdom. An individual’s life consisted of certain classified things: "real things" which were unfrequent and priceless, simply "things" which formed the routine stuff of life; and "ghost things," also called "fogs," such as fever, toothache, dreadful disappointments, and death. Three or more things occurring at the same time formed a "tower," or, if they came in immediate succession, they made a "bridge." "Real towers" and "real bridges" were the joys of life, and when the towers came in a series, one experienced supreme rapture; it almost never happened, though. In some circumstances, in a certain light, a neutral "thing" might look or even actually become "real" or else, conversely, it might coagulate into a fetid "fog." When the joy and the joyless happened to be intermixed, simultaneously or along the ramp of duration, one was confronted with "ruined towers" and "broken bridges. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#fog #life #nabakov #perfect #real-things

Watching the completed version of The Two Towers for example, I was very conscious of scenes - sometimes whole sequences - that I had seen being filmed or edited but which hadn't made it into the final cut. ↗

— Brian Sibley

#completed #conscious #cut #edited #example