"I am in fact a Hobbit (in all but size.) I like gardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible.) I do not travel much"
Today would have been John Ronald Reuel's 121st birthday, the same number of years into the fourth age that Arwen Undómiel died of a broken heart.
