In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

The Hobit, JRR Tolkien

This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.