“‘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
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 a tale we’ve fallen into?’”
J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Boston, 1994), page 696.
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