It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a chubby
hobbit in possession of a magic ring must be in want
of a volcano.
"My dear Mr Baggins," said his wizard to him one day,
"have you heard that the Dark Tower is let again at
last?"
Mr Baggins replied that he had not.
"But it is," returned the wizard; "for the Lady Galadriel
has just been here, and she told me all about it."
Mr Baggins made no answer.
"Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried the
wizard impatiently.
"You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing
it."
It was invitation enough.
"Why, my dear Mr Baggins, you must know, Lady Galadriel
says that the Dark Tower is taken by a wraith of great
power from the Outer Darkness; that he reembodied himself
last Monday, and went down in a chaise and four to see
the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he
took it immediately; that he is to take possession before
the Michaelmas, and that some of his servants are to
be in it by the end of next week."
"What is his name?"
"Sauron."
"Is he married or single?"