preface:
My fantasies about the perfect father never stopped. When he was a child, he was a cook, after going to school, he was the director of the amusement park, and after working, he was a certain general manager. Unfortunately, fate always does not listen to greetings. Although I later discovered some other landscapes, it was close to the midfield of my life. ("Father's Route 66")
It wasn't until I occasionally turned to the Tolkien Epistles that I realized: Oh, you can still be such a father. Lao Tuo's name has a general presence in China, far less than the films "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit" adapted from his works.
This old English gentleman, with the style of a Hermit, mowed grass at home, repaired sewers, and occasionally threw late for classes. He was a professor of Old English at Oxford University, hated topics and reports, and pondered the stories of dwarfs bravely breaking into the Mountain Sculpture of Alcatraz, which eventually became "The Lord of the Rings", known as the "father of modern fantasy literature".
The Old Tor family seems to have a vendetta against the war. He fought in World War I, where his third son, Christophe, was sent to the African theater. Lao Tuo was very depressed, so he had to write desperately, and created a kind of "Summoning Erlang" with a high x grid - sending the written part to the front line of the small gram, only if the son liked, that chapter was counted.
Such a cool family letter is really no one. Unfortunately, the book has not yet been Chinese edition, and scattered translations on the Internet show us two major themes: Tolkien's view of faith and the creation process of The Lord of the Rings. It is both a book of life and a writing tutorial.
The following letter No. 52 was addressed by Tolkien to His 18-year-old son Christopher, who was about to join the RAF, during the height of World War II. Talking about the money, like the musical note of a white-haired trumpeter, calm and sad.
(Ye Weimin)
Letter 52 from Tolkien
* Letter No. 52, addressed to Christopher Tolkien on November 29, 1943. In the summer of 1943, Tolkien's third son, Christopher, at the age of 18, enlisted in the RAF. Tolkien was writing to him at the time he was in a training camp in Manchester.
I have become increasingly inclined politically toward "unlimited" monarchies, or anarchism —philosophically, the abolition of violent control over beardless people. Whoever uses the word "state" without it referring to the territory and people of England, to this inanimate body with no power and no right and no self-consciousness, I will arrest them. Then I'll give them a chance to retract the foreword, and I'll execute anyone whoever is stubborn!
Going back to the perspective of proper names, everything is easy to understand. "Government" is an abstract term that represents the art and process of domination. Any use of it to refer to people is wrong. It's like calling "King George's Cabinet, Churchill's Gang of Bandits," and if everyone says so, we're going to have a great ideological cleanup, and ultimately we can only save the country from falling apart through theocracy.
In any case, the study of man is not the study of man himself; the most incompetent job for anyone is to give orders to others, even to saints, who will not be willing to take on this work. Finding the right person for the job is like finding a needle in the haystack, and those who covet it are even less suitable. At least the few ruled know who their masters are.
In the Middle Ages, it was wise to persuade others to become bishops on the grounds that "I don't want to be bishops." I want a king who is not very passionate about power, but who enjoys supreme power: he is obsessed with stamps, railways and horse racing, and if his vizier (whatever you want to call it) does not like the style of his pants, he has the right to let him return to his hometown, and so on.
But of course there is a fatal weakness to this—after all, in a filthy unnatural world, all good natural things possess this only fatal weakness, and that is that such a way of ruling can only be effective when the whole world is messed up in the old and inefficient way of mankind.
The quarrelsome and conceited Greeks successfully resisted the invasion of Xerxes I, but the repulsive alchemists and mechanics under Xerxes made Xerxes (and all the groups of classes modeled after ant colonies) extremely powerful, and the democracy-loving people had no resistance at all.
We all want alexander the great to achieve, and history tells us that it was Alexander the Great's expedition that orientalized him and all his generals. The poor fool thought (or liked to make others think he was the son of Dionysus) and was killed by alcohol.
Escaping the Persian threat, Greece eventually perished, becoming a belligerent but non-belligerent Greece, talking about greece's former glory and culture while thriving on the sale of goods similar to today's pornographic postcards.
But one thing that is particularly frightening in today's world is that the whole world is damn linked, and we have nowhere to run. I suspect that even the unfortunate Samoyods had canned food in their homes, installed loudspeakers in the villages, and broadcast Stalin's bedtime stories about democracy every day, telling them that fascists were bad people who ate children and stole sled dogs.
But there's another bright spot in today's world, which is that people are increasingly enjoying blowing up factories and power stations to express their dissatisfaction. This practice is currently considered a "patriotic act" and is encouraged, and I hope it continues! But it doesn't have much effect unless it can be promoted globally.
Well, cheer up, my dear son. We were born in such a dark age at the right time. But one thing is gratifying: if it weren't, we wouldn't have understood, much less fallen in love with, everything we love today.
I think only fish that leave the water know what water is. And we are not unarmed. "I will never bow to the Iron Crown, nor will I give up the little golden scepter in my hand."
Let's use flying language, bows and arrows, and darts to deal with half-orcs — but be sure to aim before firing.