There and back again!


On this day in 1937 the Hobbit was published.  Without the Hobbit we would not have Lord of the Rings, and without LOTR what would the world be?  Would we have the Wheel of Time, the Song of Ice and Fire, Tigana, Shannara, The Chronicles of Thomas Convenant, Raymond E. Feist’s Midkemia?

How many worlds, how many lives, how many adventures were given permission because in 1937 a publisher took a flyer on a silly book about a very short chap with hairy feet?

Well done to George Allen and Unwin, publishers with imagination.


Bath-Song; by J.R.R. Tolkien

Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!