“It’s a wonder how we forget our prisons. The salty taste of steel bars, the gnawing of shackle on stubborn bone. I couldn’t imagine there was life beyond the familiarity of my own confinement. Now, I can already feel myself forgetting…”
I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again.
