A Quiet Sort Of Saturday
We went to the market this morning, in its current displaced location in City Hall, and I ran into Tom Abel, who is visiting Guelph this weekend, so he stopped by for coffee this afternoon, and then I read a little from Tolkien’s The Hobbit with my eldest son, and then I sat down to write a post on Heidegger’s What Is Thinking?, and then I will be skipping a Christmas party tonight, and so the day is proceeding at exactly the speed that I like best, and I am content.
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How was The Hobbit received by him?
Dave,
We have been reading The Hobbit in chunks for about a month now, and Ethan is really enjoying the story. I need to paraphrase bits at times and to summarize every once in a while, but there is enough adventure and fighting and dragons to keep him amused.
Sounds like a nearly perfect Saturday, if such a thing exists.
Reading The Hobbit (and none of the LOTR books) as a child caused me to be extremely confused (and a little horrified) when I saw the first LOTR movie. “But The Hobbit was such a NICE story! The hobbits had tea! And went on a quest! What is going ON HERE?! Why is this movie SO DARK AND SCARY?!” Mike found the whole situation kind of amusing.
Lauren,
This is clearly a case of bad parenting. It is important for parents to move children from The Hobbit to The Lord of the Rings as a part of their normal development, otherwise they set their children up for confusion and disappointment later on in life. You should probably take it up with your therapist.
I like this post haha. I was there too!