The biography John Ronald Ruela Tolkiena's Long life (1892–1973) has
ended – has ended, instead of has broken! – one and a half ten years
ago. It became a threshold of its posthumous existence on the earth,
the end to which is not expected yet. If to look for similarity for
this life most of all it, perhaps, is similar on spacious, but not so
huge, simply big office, it house library, in ancient, that is only
Victorian, the house; on the right a fireplace with a marble board, an
armchair at a fireplace, engravings, carved этажерочки with wonders –
between racks. Much everyone (most of all books though it is not
enough of them), but anything, strangely enough, the superfluous.
     And the owner as if now only left and just about will return – left
not through a door (through a door we have entered), and through
shining and really a huge window in other end of an office. And its
life-at all room, but it then – представима only in bright and pure
light. To leave it, of course, left, from death anywhere you will not
get to, but left to remain with us. Also remained, for nothing that it
till in an office like and is not present; well as is not present,
there is it, and even without the especial mysticism – the inveterate
materialist lord Bertran Russell spoke: how much we know, suddenly