To finally come to "The End" is merely just a door left ajar waiting to be pushed lightly through a tip of a finger, so to expose the whirlwindlike beauty of Tolkien's works! What better way could I ever be drawn intimately to the author's mind and spirit than reading his biography? It was a pleasure reading such a book, because without any coercion I surprisiningly found myself in one of the library aisles getting caught in a deja vu. I felt being pulled back to my 'Hobbit' memories of pure drunkenness. I now feel I have a legitimate reason to explore Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings and the rest. It's going to be a long journey considering I have E.M. Forster to deal with for my school paper. In addition to the drinking session, I have not completely abandoned the thought that I just recently bought C.S.Lewis's books. I deeply admire Tolkien's and Lewis's friendship that I feel so inept if I don't read them parallel to each other! As I said, it's going to be a long journey, but then again "tolerance can lead you to learning something" (I forgot who said it), isn't it right?. I can't wait to get drunk!