Pese a las mofas sobre esa frase, ponte un punto a tu favor.
No es una frase cualquiera en literatura. Es una frase que toma Tolkien (como hace bastante en toda su obra) de un poema anglosajón real, ‘The Wanderer’, del siglo VII, y está cargada de épica y mítica:
“Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that
was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire
glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn
growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in
the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into
shadow.”
Ni frikis ni leches. Cultura.