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- 340 From a letter to Christopher Tolkien 11 July 1972
- I have at last got busy about Mummy's grave. .... The inscription I should like is:
- EDITH MARY TOLKIEN
- 1889-1971
- Lúthien
- : brief and jejune, except for Lúthien, which says for me more than a multitude of words: for
- she was (and knew she was) my Lúthien.*
- July 13. Say what you feel, without reservation, about this addition. I began this under the stress
- of great emotion & regret – and in any case I am afflicted from time to time (increasingly) with an
- overwhelming sense of bereavement. I need advice. Yet I hope none of my children will feel that
- the use of this name is a sentimental fancy. It is at any rate not comparable to the quoting of pet
- names in obituaries. I never called Edith Lúthien – but she was the source of the story that in time
- became the chief pan of the Silmarillion. It was first conceived in a small woodland glade filled
- with hemlocks at Roos in Yorkshire (where I was for a brief time in command of an outpost of the
- Humber Garrison in 1917, and she was able to live with me for a while). In those days her hair was
- raven, her skin clear, her eyes brighter than you have seen them, and she could sing – and dance.
- But the story has gone crooked, & I am left, and I cannot plead before the inexorable Mandos.
- I will say no more now. But I should like ere long to have a long talk with you. For if as seems
- probable I shall never write any ordered biography – it is against my nature, which expresses itself
- about things deepest felt in tales and myths — someone close in heart to me should know
- something about things that records do not record: the dreadful sufferings of our childhoods, from
- which we rescued one another, but could not wholly heal the wounds that later often proved
- disabling; the sufferings that we endured after our love began – all of which (over and above our
- personal weaknesses) might help to make pardonable, or understandable, the lapses and darknesses
- which at times marred our lives — and to explain how these never touched our depths nor dimmed
- our memories of our youthful love. For ever (especially when alone) we still met in the woodland
- glade, and went hand in hand many times to escape the shadow of imminent death before our last
- parting.
- 15 July. I spent yesterday at Hemel Hempstead. A car was sent for me & I went to the great
- new (grey and white) offices and book-stores of Allen & Unwin. To this I paid a kind of official
- visitation, like a minor royalty, and was somewhat startled to discover the main business of all this
- organization of many departments (from Accountancy to Despatch) was dealing with my works. I
- was given a great welcome (& v.g. lunch) and interviewed them all from board-room downwards.
- 'Accountancy' told me that the sales of The Hobbit were now rocketing up to hitherto unreached
- heights. Also a large single order for copies of The L.R. had just come in. When I did not show
- quite the gratified surprise expected I was gently told that a single order of 100 copies used to be
- pleasing (and still is for other books), but this one for The L.R. was for 6,000
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