I'm currently re-reading/listening to "Tolkien and the Great War" by John Garth, an absolutely thrilling account of Tolkien's literary development though the First World War and his brotherhood of friends, the TCBS (and I'm looking forward very much to the film coming out in May!)
Garth recounts how "The Fall of Gondolin" took shape while Tolkien was on sick-leave late in 1916, and quotes:
"He wandered till he came to the black cliffs by the sea and saw the ocean and its waves for the first time, and at that hour the sun sank beyond the rim of Earth far out to sea, and he stood on the cliff-top with outspread arms, and his heart was filled with a longing very great indeed."
Hearing these quotes juxtaposed with the biographical is both beautiful and enlightening, and very inspiring. Listening to this passage, I remembered being back in Cornwall in 2017 for the first time in over twenty years, just standing there high above the waves, spreading out my arms and closing my eyes. I've grown up on the North Sea, but the feelings and images that come to me when I read of the sea-longing in any Tolkienian book have nothing to do with that drab, dull and flat coast.
Just this morning, I felt slightly drained after my Silmarillion spree, and thought there was a bit of a lull coming... now it seems I'm back on track!
Gwendolyn
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