Various ramblings by the small hobbit

Each voice an echo of a voice more dear
Eleanor Agnes Lee – Motherhood

Trixie slumped down in the chair and reached automatically for the cup of tea Val passed over.  “I know that the sound of a lusty cry from a baby is a sign of a good pair of lungs,” she said, “But three healthy babies all demanding to be fed at once is a bit much on the ears.”

“Are they all feeding all right?” Lucille asked.

“Oh, yes.  We took them to their mothers and they all began to feed at once.”

“All boys?” Phyllis asked.

“No.  The loudest was a girl.”

“She’s got a great future ahead of her.”

Golden lads and girls all must
William Shakespeare – Fear No More

“You’re looking very thoughtful,” Abe Morgan said when he came in.

“Yes,” Henry replied.  “I always find the thought of funerals hard.  Did it go okay?”

“Yes, the service was well attended.  And after all, he was ninety and he’d done more than many.”

Henry sighed.  “I’m more than twice that age.”

“I know.  I sometimes wonder which is harder for you: seeing others die or know that for you, death is only temporary.”

“I’m not sure myself.  But I do know I hate the thought that however golden someone may be, they will, like chimney sweeps, turn to dust.”

Hold fast to dreams
Langston Hughes – Hold Fast to Dreams

One of the things which had attracted Bilbo to Thorin was the way he’d held fast to his dream of reclaiming his mountain.  There’d been no encouragement, and frequently he had encountered those who would discourage him, and yet he’d held firm.

And it was this example that inspired Bilbo to remain faithful as he sat beside the wounded king after the battle.  Every day Bilbo dreamt of becoming closer to Thorin, and as the dwarf slowly grew stronger that dream took greater hold.  For Bilbo could now see the love within the blue eyes which looked back at him.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love
Pablo Neruda – I do not love you except because I love you

There are times when I sense Holmes looking at me in the same way he looks at clues, trying to see what they can tell him.  I know, because he has attempted to explain to me on a couple of occasions, that while he is sure he loves me, he cannot list the reasons in an acceptable logical fashion.  Of course he has tried, and he can enumerate some of those reasons, but there remains something intangible behind the love, both frustrating and fascinating.  However, he has eliminated the impossible, so he is resigned to living with the apparently improbable.

Sweet sleep with soft down
William Blake – A Cradle Song

Lucas stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake.  Adam looked down fondly at him; he’d been concerned Lucas would have nightmares, in the past ordinary tiredness following a case has triggered bad memories, but it was no longer such an issue. 

Adam liked to watch Lucas when he was asleep, he so rarely appeared at peace it was reassuring to see him so.  When awake Lucas always looked alert, rarely relaxing entirely, even when reading his favourite poetry he seemed intent on absorbing every word.

Adam pulled the duvet up and Lucas snuggled further under it, for once entirely carefree.