We must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril – to Mordor. We must send the Ring to the Fire.
Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.
Vivien Leigh by Antony Beauchamp
The Old Vic Theatre Company: a Tour of Australia and New Zealand, edited by Tatlock Miller, 1948
