9/12/12
Passage from the text:
“His sword broke and fell out of his shaking hand. The elf-horse reared and snorted. The foremost of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore.
At that moment there came a roaring and a rushing: a noise of loud waters rolling many stones. Dimly Frodo saw the river below him rise, and down along its course there came a plumed cavalry of waves. White flames seemed to Frodo to flicker on their crests and he half fancied that he saw amid the \water white riders upon white horses with frothing manes. The three Riders that were still in the midst of the Ford were overwhelmed”
Pg #: 209
Commentary: [R]
Frodo is about to luck out and then out of nowhere this fortunate wave of awesome washes over his enemies. I was once in a similar bind. I was in Cancun once with my family when I was about 7. I wanted to wade in the ocean, so I waded in the ocean. After I while the ocean waded on me. I got caught by the tide and found myself way far out (I couldn't get back to shore). My spanish skills back then were approaching fluency. So, in Mexico, the spanish-speaking country, as I was about to drown I called out “Help me!” No one helped me. But the anecdote does not end there, else I wouldn’t be here to tell the story. Mis padres spotted me sloshing around on the shore and found someone that could swim to come and get me.
El ocean es infiel
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