Go back? he thought. No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!
BilboI am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! he snorted. Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That cant be right. I need a change, or something.
BilboI don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
BilboI feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday, as I have told you before. Probably a permanent holiday: I don't expect I shall return. in fact, I don't mean to, and I have made all arrangements
BilboI will give you a name, he said to it, and I shall call you Sting.
BilboIt's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
BilboSorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea - any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!
BilboThen he took out his morning letters, and began to read, pretending to take no more notice of [Gandalf]. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away. But the old man did not move.
Bilbo GandalfWhat have I got in my pocket? he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.
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