I loved this passage from The Two Towers, a conversation between Sam and Frodo regarding the
idea of great stories and their place in the one we are reading. I find it
universally applicable to the idea of all great stories and their characters.
“I don’t like
anything here at all,” said Frodo, “step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air
and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid.”
“Yes, that’s
so,” said Sam. “And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it
before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the
old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were the things the
wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted
them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of sport as
you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really
mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed
in them, usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they
had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they
had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those
as just went on – and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what
folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home,
and finding things all right, though not quite the same – like old Mr. Bilbo.
But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best
tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of tale we’ve fallen into?”“I wonder,” said Frodo. “But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of tale it is, happy-ending, or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to know.”
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