lady ruthlessI've only really loved a few women and they were all smarter than me. I'm pretty smart so that's a statement. They were also more ruthless in their way. Whether or not that says much, Tolkien's words ring with me, because when the earth trembles under the step of a demigoddess, and the hearts of men tremble with it, mine does too, and that makes her damn near good enough.
fair as fay-woman and fell-minded
in the world walking for the woe of men
-- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fall of Arthur
Monday, March 25, 2013
And Other Women I Love
Regarding Guinever:
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And there are feckless people who ding Tolkien for not having enough investment in women.
Say I: "Luthien Tinuviel."
Smart, tough women scare the crap out of me. They're an adrenaline rush like a bungee jump, except almost infinitely more likely to illuminate your life beyond measure.
Or permanently cripple you.
Or both, sometimes.
Damn near good enough for what?
To meet the vague, subconscious, entirely unexpected and unintentional lifelong desire that glows dimly in the deep dark recesses upon her approach, like Sting when orcs are near, except in a good way.
It's archetypal. Remember the cool scene in Poltergeist when the mom is at the end of the hallway and finally gets good and pissed and charges the doorway at the end? That really was an intense moment. At their best, women are awesome, as are men.
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