Originally Posted by Mondo Bungle

After I woke up early in the morning today, I tried going back to sleep. And as I melted into the dreamscape, before fully getting there, a hazy spirit whisped into my room, she came to my ear and said (in a voice that blew cold) "When the moon rises, we will spill your wheelbarrow." Instead of going to sleep, I came to full consciousness afterward.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.