Made it to Phoenix. Eating ‘exotic’ mushrooms in poblano cream sauce over polenta, holding off on a cocktail though it’s tempting. Three hour wait here, going to try to get some work done. 😊
Watched Return of the King on the first flight, and ended up tearing up over and over again. The problem with writing domestic literary SF, like I normally do, is that it doesn’t give you nearly as much excuse for rousing speeches and fabulous one-liners with the fate of the world at stake.
Aragorn: “The Beacons of Minas Tirith! The Beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!”
Eowyn: “I am no man.” (although they truncated the book version, which is better.)
Samwise: “Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you… but I can carry you!”
Gimli: “Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?”
Frodo: “I’m glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all things.”
Aragorn: [to Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry] “My friends. You bow to no one.” [He kneels, and the entire kingdom follows suit, kneeling to the Hobbits]
Now I want to start writing an epic fantasy series. Sigh.
