A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
- -- J.R.R. Tolkien
+ -- J. R. R. Tolkien
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All that you touch, And all you create,
All that you see, And all you destroy,
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller, like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
- -- R.L. Stevenson
+ -- R. L. Stevenson
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I have learned
To spell hors d'oeuvres