Y'know, I couldn't get through the trilogy, but if Milton had written it, I might've been in luck. This is amazing!

Posted December 23, 2002 4:12 PM by catie murphy

Wonderful--especially the ones modeled on Midsummer Nights Dream and Waiting for Godot!

Posted December 23, 2002 4:29 PM by John Farrell

Oh! I only know a few of them. I am not as well-read as I would like to be. Would someone please be so kind as to identify them all? Here are the ones I know:

1. is Hemingway, of course.
2. - ?????
3. - ?????
4. must be Milton
5. Star Trek!
6. Neuromancer?
7. "Waiting for Frodo" - hee hee!
8. Patrick O'Brien?
9. Henry James?
10. - ?????
11. Queen
12. James Joyce
13. - ?????
14. "Midsummer Night's Dream"
15. Trainspotting
16. - ?????
17. Jorge Luis Borges (?)
18. and, regrettably, I have no idea what this one refers to.

Forgive me for putting my ignorance on display; I'm just curious to know what the rest are.

Posted December 23, 2002 5:20 PM by spacewaitress

2. Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn
3. Doc Smith, Lensman books
10. Tom Stoppard?
13. THE EYE OF ARGON
16. T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland
18. I was thinking Browning, but now I think it's someone else.

A Tom Clancy version was posted elsenet by someone who reads this blog - perhaps he'll favor us with it.

Posted December 23, 2002 5:30 PM by Dan Blum

>"QX, Sam!" Cried Frodo.

All by itself, that was enough to make me fall over laughing. It was several minutes before I could finish reading.

Gandalf the White, Second Stage Wizard...

J. R. R. E. E. "Doc" "Prof" Tolkien-Smith, anyone?

Posted December 23, 2002 6:34 PM by Jordin Kare

Most amusing. I recognized only the easier ones, I think, with the exception of

18. William McGonagall, The Tay Bridge Disaster

Posted December 23, 2002 6:35 PM by Tim May

See? This is what you get for not keeping up with the list. Or reading malibulist.com, where we did this six weeks ago.

Posted December 23, 2002 6:41 PM by Glenn Hauman

Oh, all right, here's one more:

http://ringil.cis.ksu.edu/Tolkien/Movie/lotr.mov

Tolkien written by Raymond Chandler, released by Warner Brothers, starring Humphrey Bogart.

Posted December 23, 2002 7:08 PM by Glenn Hauman

soc.history.what-if ran this exercise a few years back. (The TMS one still makes me giggle each time I read it.)

Posted December 23, 2002 7:51 PM by Dylan O'Donnell

In my cps spr tm, Glenn, and with all that excess energy I've had lately.

I think everyone should go over to the Straight Dope website and read the lot of them -- the letter to Dear Abby, the legal filing, the Conrad and Nietzsche pastiches, and many more besides, not to mention S. Morgenstern's Good Parts Version. ("My name is Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's Heir. You killed my father. Prepare to die.")

In the meantime, you people are being very clever. I should have made it a rule that everybody gets to guess one, and turned it into a Christmas game. I expect some of you will have already guessed them but not said anything. Now's your chance.

Here's where we stand. Errors and guesses are italicized.

1. Hemingway
2. Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn
3. Doc Smith's "Lensman" books
4. Milton, Paradise Lost
5. Star Trek
6. Spacewaitress has guessed it's Neuromancer.
7. Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Frodo
8. S. has guessed this is Patrick O'Brien. Anyone else?
9. I'm sorry, but #9 is not Henry James,
10. and #10 is not Tom Stoppard.
11. Queen, "Bohemian Rhapsody"
12. James Joyce. Anyone want to say which book?
13. Yes! THE EYE OF ARGON!
14. A Midsummer Night's Dream. John, tell us which scene?
15. Trainspotting, the opening monologue
16. T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland
17. Spacewaitress guesses Jorge Luis Borges. Any takers?
18. And bravo, Tim May, for spotting #18 as William McGonagall's "The Tay Bridge Disaster."

For extra points: The opening line of "The Tay Bridge Disaster" is, of course, "Beautiful railway bridge of the silvery Tay." How many other poems by McGonagall address the Tay Railway Bridge in their opening line? How many are addressed to the Tay? How many merely allude to the Tay?

Posted December 23, 2002 8:08 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Teresa -- I'll bite at one of your requests, which I know without even thinking:

12 - Ulysses, specifically Molly Bloom's speech. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Posted December 23, 2002 8:25 PM by Nancy C. Hanger

Oh, and #8 is C .S. Forester -- Hornblower. (I'll stop now, before I get carried away. This is all brilliant fun.)

Posted December 23, 2002 8:29 PM by Nancy C. Hanger

#17 - I contend that Spacewaitress is correct. It's from Borges' piece on Pierre Menard and the Quixote. (I had to thump on my forehead several times to remember this. Okay, now I'll really stop.)

Posted December 23, 2002 8:40 PM by Nancy C. Hanger

Very good, Nancy. Yes, #12 is Ulysses, yes I say yes. Even more points for #17, Jorge Luis Borges on Menard on Quixote. I wasn't disagreeing; I just wasn't giving points for guesses.

Alas, #8 is not Forester/Hornblower; there, too, I wasn't giving points for guesses. And since there are really only two authors that can be parodying, #8 is now a gimme for the first person who posts an answer that neither says it's Hornblower nor ends in a question mark. Act fast, and it'll be you.

Posted December 23, 2002 8:55 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Since Dylan O'Donnell has been so kind as to point me to another stash of Tolkien pastiches, here are nos. 19 and 20:

I whistled defiantly as I walked down the streets of Under Mount Doom. Auntie Grima was baking orc bread, and the smell wafted over the streets like a miasma of wonderment. She was a dried-up woman, who cursed every time the pit was mentioned, that death-dealing, life-giving pit. It was precious to us even though it killed us, our precious it was, but we didn't care about it as much as we cared about the grilled human ears we had for tea.

The purposes of this endeavour are threefold.

Firstly, that this ring should be utterly destroyed and banished from the face of the earth, for ever and ever, amen.

Secondly, for the comfort and companionship that the free peoples shall have, the one from the others, in the certain knowledge that all the free peoples are allied in the great struggle against the works of Sauron and all his pomps.

And thirdly, the restoration of the heirs of Numenor to their estates, and the protection of Elvendom in Middle Earth, under the wardship of the Lords of the West, and the divine guidance and blessings of Eru Iluvatar in his timeless halls.
Here's here we stand now:

1. Hemingway
2. Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn
3. Doc Smith's "Lensman" books
4. Milton, Paradise Lost
5. Star Trek
6. Spacewaitress has guessed it's Neuromancer
7. Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Frodo
8. Patrick O'Brien
9. I'm sorry, but #9 is not Henry James,
10. and #10 is not Tom Stoppard.
11. Queen, "Bohemian Rhapsody"
12. James Joyce, Ulysses
13. Yes! THE EYE OF ARGON!
14. A Midsummer Night's Dream. John, tell us which scene?
15. Trainspotting, the opening monologue
16. T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland
17. Jorge Luis Borges, "Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote"
18. William McGonagall, "The Tay Bridge Disaster"
19.
20.

Posted December 23, 2002 9:08 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

McGonagall, of course, wrote three poems concerning the railway bridge o'er the silvery Tay. First, addressing the bridge, then the celebrated poem concerning the fall of that self-same bridge, and last his masterpiece, addressed to the new bridge o'er the silvery Tay.

Posted December 23, 2002 9:14 PM by James D.Macdonald

Correct!

(A cloud of little mylar-foil stars materializes near the ceiling of the Doyle-Macdonald home office and rains down on Jim Macdonald's head, where it gets stuck in his hair, beard, and keyboard, and annoys the cat sitting on top of his monitor.)

Posted December 23, 2002 9:22 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

I would join the festivities, but I think I already did, and I need to finish packing.

Oh, well, just a short one for the road.

"It makes you invisible, but this unpleasant fellow can see you better then? I daresay we don't have things like that in Square Toe City."
"It has to do with light refraction," Gandalf explained patiently. "The local wave distortions interfere with close vision, but they set up a resonance that Mr. . . Ron, as you call him, can detect. It's a bit like making a high-pitched whistle, that only a dog can hear."
Miss Pickerell neatly buried her apple core beside the road and cinched up her knapsack. "Then I suppose we'd better be getting on our way," she said.
Gandalf nodded. Aragorn smiled very faintly. Boromir looked a little bit sick, as if his apple had disagreed with him. The Hobbits, awed and bewildered, fell into line of march.

Posted December 23, 2002 10:37 PM by John M. Ford

#9 is Jane Austen. _Pride and Prejudice_, I think.

Posted December 23, 2002 11:44 PM by Lois Fundis

I'd guessed that #9 ("...will you not throw the ring into Mount Doom and best suit your own happiness?") is Ayn Rand, not having read any of Rand's fiction.

#10 ("So you're saying we can't use it ourselves.") looks like Aaron Sorkin.

Posted December 23, 2002 11:57 PM by Avram

#9 is indeed Jane Austen. I'd have guessed that was Persuasion rather than Pride and Prejudice.

Mike, is that entry #21?

Merry Christmas, and have a nice time in Charleston. Convey our best wishes of the season, if you feel like doing it.

Posted December 23, 2002 11:58 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Avram, Ayn Rand was never so elegant, nor so humorous. However, you're right about the other one: #10 is Aaron Sorkin.

The order in which pastiches have been identified has surprised me. If you'd asked me to rank them in advance, starting with the ones I thought would be quickest guessed, Jane Austen and Aaron Sorkin would have been near the top of the list, and McGonagall, The Eye of Argon, and Borges would have been at the bottom.

Posted December 24, 2002 12:16 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

These are great. As an added bonus, there's an online comic strip called "Movie Punks" that just did "What if... LoTR had been directed by Quentin Tarantino?" The art is no screaming hell, but still...

http://www.moviepunks.com/view/102.php

Posted December 24, 2002 12:33 AM by Derryl Murphy

Gol durnit! Jane Austen was my first guess, but it just seemed too... obvious.

Posted December 24, 2002 1:07 AM by spacewaitress

The Wizard and the Half Elf Lord
walked through the Half Elf's lands
They scowled to think of Middle Earth
awash with orcish bands
"If only he had tossed the ring,
in Valinor we'd stand!"

"If Seven Dwarves (with seven rings)
and Men Wise (numbered nine)
Fought long and hard to free us all
the land would surely shine?"
"Dream on, Elrond," the Wizard said,
"That plan's not fit for swine!"

"Oh Hobbits, come and talk with us!"
The Wizard did request.
"We need a noble fool, I mean
a thief to fix this mess "
"We only have room for two of you.
So we'll take four, I guess."

The Eldest hobbit looked at him,
"Tough!" is all he said.
"I've hauled that ring far long enough."
"Another quest I dread."
The hobbit pondered long and hard.
"Take Frodo with instead."

Frodo (and Sam) soon hurried up.
(Meri and Pippin too.)
They were so eager to find out
Just what they had to do.
As soon as they had dinner, first
of beef and veal stew.

"The time has come," the Half-Elf said,
"To talk of many things.
Of orcs, and wargs, and Dark Lord plans
and who will take the ring?
And *who* wants to marry Arwen?
Ask when pigs have wings!"

And others soon would come along
with that noble band.
Two men, a dwarf, a pompus elf
not one of them well manned
Worse yet, they found the Wizard would
lead them across the sand.

"It seemed a shame" the Wizard said
"To play them such a trick,
After I made them think I'd died
to come back -- what a hick!
But anything to get out of
those dammned mines really quick!

"Oh hobbits", said the Half Elf Lord,
"You've had a fateful trek.
Care to join us westward bound
Upon ol' Cirdan's deck?"
"Why not" the one called Frodo said,
My nerves are such a wreck."

The Silmaril shone in the sky,
upon Earendil's brow,
And somewhere, Mr. Carroll is
giving birth to a cow.
So, before you can reload your guns
I'll stop. Not yet -- but now.

Posted December 24, 2002 1:14 AM by Erik V. Olson

"And as the Dark Lord's power spreads, these fell signs will be seen upon the --"

"Boss, I don' like-a dat line."

"But this is is in every ancient prophecy. It's called foreshadowing."

"Well, you may-a called for it, but will it come when-a you call? Dat's a good one, eh, boss?"

Happy holidays, everybody. Seeya on the flip side.

Posted December 24, 2002 1:22 AM by John M. Ford

I never saw a purple orc
I never hope to see one
But, like Teresa in New York,
I'd rather see than be one.

Posted December 24, 2002 1:25 AM by Jordin Kare

Teresa, thanks so much for posting this, as I'd never have seen it otherwise. Great stuff. I got all but 9, 10, 15, and 18 on first reading; going through these comments got me #18.

Nobody's guessed 19 and 20 yet; #19 sounds like Dylan Thomas's _Under Milk Wood_, which I've never actually read, but what else could "Under Mount Doom" refer to?

Erik's lovely #22 is of course "The Walrus and the Carpenter".

Posted December 24, 2002 2:56 AM by David Goldfarb

I hadn't read the Straight Dope site up through page 4 before, but I did just now, and I have to say that Topcat's "Flowers for Smeagol" by Daniel Keyes got me all choked up too.

Posted December 24, 2002 3:25 AM by Elise Matthesen

The ents go marching one by one, hurrum, hurrum
The ents go marching one by one, hurrum, hurrum
The ents go marching one by one
With roll of drum they come, they come
And they all go marching out of the woods
To destroy Isengard, hoom, hoom, hoom!

...

The ents go marching four by four, hurrum, hurrum
The ents go marching four by four, hurrum, hurrum
The ents go marching four by four
To hew the stone and break the door
And they all go marching out of the woods
To destroy Isengard, hoom, hoom, hoom!

Posted December 24, 2002 3:34 AM by Avram

I'm thinking 6 is Count Zero.

Posted December 24, 2002 4:22 AM by Damien Warman

I think that's Dylan Thomas, too. As to the second T posted, it reminds me of Mission Impossible.

As to McGonagall, we have friends in Scotland who insist that at parties he must be read aloud until the reader breaks up into helpless giggles and passes the book to the next reader. The Scottish version of Eye of Argon. I can never get through a single poem. (Nor can I go on the Tay Bridge without reciting "The Tay, the Tay, the silvery Tay. . .")

Jane

Posted December 24, 2002 8:03 AM by janeyolen

Wizards get cranky,
Dark days dawn,
Riders smell mnnky,
The road goes on.
Omens are lowering,
Elves go West;
The Shire needs scouring,
You may as well quest.

Gone now, really.

Posted December 24, 2002 9:30 AM by John M. Ford

John M. Ford, that is the Marx Brothers, A Night at the Opera, and I claims the five-pound prize.

Jane, I'll give you half credit on "Mission Impossible" -- it's Archbishop Cranmer.

Posted December 24, 2002 9:35 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Wrong, T. That's Dorothy Parker.

Jane

Posted December 24, 2002 9:37 AM by Jane Yolen

That is indeed Dorothy Parker, but I was responding to his earlier post.

Posted December 24, 2002 9:42 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

A Declaration from the Oppressed Peoples of Middle-Earth:

We whose names are subscribed, do in the name of all the poor oppressed peoples of Middle-Earth, declare unto you, that call your selves lords of Gondor and Mordor, and Riders of Rohan, That in regard Eru Iluvatar, our Maker, hath inlightened our hearts so far, as to see, That Middle-Earth was not made purposely for you, to be a backdrop for your Quests and your melancholy ruminations upon Ancient History, and we poor folk left to be your Slaves, Servants, and Colorful Background Figures; but Middle-Earth was made to be a common Livelihood to all, without respect of Genealogies.

For now the dramatic arc hath lifted you up to be Rulers and Law makers and Ringbearers, as if this earth were made peculiarly for your vanities, and not for other weal: Yet if you cast your eye a little backward, you shall see, That this outward Ruling power, is the Numenorean yoke laid upon Middle-Earth of old, under Ar-Pharazon; and so Successively from that time, the elf-friends and sons of kings have still laid these yokes upon us.

And further, in regard Iluvatar hath made us sensible of our burthens, and the cryes and groanings of our hearts are come before him: We take it as a gift from him, That our hearts begin to be freed from slavish fear of heroic main characters; and that we find Resolutions in us, To Dig and Plough up the waste Lands of Middle Earth, and engage in manufacture and trade, and other normal economic activity.

And we declare, That the Work we are going about is This: To dig up Amon Hen and the waste Ground thereabouts, and to Sow Corn, and to eat our bread together by the sweat of our brows.

Posted December 24, 2002 9:50 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Thundering explosions continued and yellow light tore the darkness as the little band huddled together in a shallow path on a cliff wall. "We're done for!" yelled a frightened hobbit. "If the Uruk-hai don't catch us, we'll be destroyed in the dread fires of Mount Doom!" "Quit your whining!" came another voice. "The Old Man'll get us through! He knows the way. The Old Man ain't afraid of Sauron!"

Captain Smeagol, who they called The Old Man, cast a clear, shrewd eye on the perils ahead, dismissing them with a light chuckle. "Yes, I know the way... if you're brave enough to follow." All the others shivered with fear as Captain Smeagol strode calmly ahead. The monotonous din of deadly explosions continued: ta-pocketa, ta-pocketa, ta-pocketa...

"Gollum! Stop your daydreaming! You almost walked off the edge of the path!"

"Gollum was just thinking... yesss, thinking..."

Posted December 24, 2002 10:08 AM by kip

SpaceWaitress is right - #6 just has to be William Gibson, author of Neuromancer.

Posted December 24, 2002 11:07 AM by Jeremy

TAAA-ta-TAAAAAAAH!

"What was that?"

"Gondor horns."

Posted December 24, 2002 11:13 AM by Glenn Hauman

Oh right--of course it's Cranmer. Do you suppose the MI people (the ones who did the original tv show, not the movies) knew?

I have been sitting here thinking about ways to do a pastiche that sounds like an article from
one of the hunting magazines. They all seem to begin: BANG! The old boar stared at me with small piggy eyes and then slowly sank to his knees. But I was unaware that behind
me. . .

Jane

Posted December 24, 2002 11:22 AM by Jane Yolen

Kip's, of course, is James Thurber, specifically "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty."

Posted December 24, 2002 11:58 AM by Debra Doyle

to wound the vigilant city.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.
The in-dark answered with wind.
All you know I know: Orcs and talking trees and leagues of grass and galloping riders and white towers and golden halls and battles and tall ships sailing.
A whole minute he squatted, pebbles clutched with his left foot (bare, like the right one), listening to his breath sound tumble down the ledges.
Beyond a leafy arras, reflected light of the White Face flittered.

Posted December 24, 2002 12:32 PM by Alan Bostick

Glen Hauman's little snippet is from an old comedy LP: "Stan Freberg Presents the United States of America; The Early Years"

Posted December 24, 2002 12:36 PM by Alan Bostick

Debra and Alan beat me to the punch.

Alan, that's the opening of Dhalgren.

Patrick says that "A Declaration from the Oppressed Peoples of Middle-Earth" may be the most obscure thing he's ever seen posted on the Web, but I don't know; there's some pretty obscure stuff out there. I should test it on Ken MacLeod. If he thinks it's obscure, I'll concede the point.

Posted December 24, 2002 12:53 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

That would be the Digger manifesto by Gerrard Winstanley, although admittedly I had to look that up (it looked awfully familiar, but I just couldn't fire the right neurons). It's pretty obscure, but I'm sure we could find something moreso (this should not be taken as a challenge).

Anyone know #21?

Posted December 24, 2002 1:09 PM by Dan Blum

I don't know about Ken, but after several nagging minutes of "where have I read that before", I am forced to conclude that it _can't_ be the most obscure thing on the web, because it is on the web, if that follows. (http://www.tlio.demon.co.uk/poor.htm)

"Digger pamphlet by Gerrard Winstanley", 1649, and it is (if fading memory contines to serve me well in this) one of the things I wound up reading in a Renaisance Lit. class, for cultural context and political background.

Recognizing this is a consolation, since my style emulation circuitry sucks an extensive quantity of flint.

Posted December 24, 2002 1:13 PM by Graydon

21 ought to be "Miss Pickerell and the Volcano", but I'm not sufficently familiar with the books to guess which one it is in specific.

Miss Pickerell Goes to Mars is the first, best known, and therefor least likely for Mr. Ford to quote from, somehow.

Posted December 24, 2002 1:39 PM by Graydon

This is lovely! Thanks so much.

Jordin: Give'em the Burger King vesion.

MKK

Posted December 24, 2002 2:19 PM by Mary Kay

Qhen fee towres of Minas Tirith wer tumbled and toteryng
And fee walls of fee wide city woryed by wyld assaults,
And fee Ringrayfes hoveryng highe in fee nere hefen
Dashed fee hertes of Gondor's defenders into despayr
And fere,
deen in fee mysts of mornyng
deat men hard-prest mi3t here,
dee hornes cam halloing warnyng
deat Rohannes host drew nere.

Posted December 24, 2002 2:20 PM by Debra Doyle

Gawain and the Green Knight, and very nicely done, too.

Posted December 24, 2002 2:30 PM by Graydon

He was five-hundred years dying and not yet dead. He fought for survival with the passion of a beast in a trap. He was delirious and rotting, but occasionally his primitive mind emerged from the drowining nightmare of his survival into something resembling sanity. Then he lowered his mute face to the place where his Precious once sat on his finger and muttered "You leave me rot like a fish. You leave me die, Baggins. No. I get out of here, me. I follow you, Baggins. I find you, Baggins. I pay you back, me. I rot you, Baggins. I kill you filthy."

Posted December 24, 2002 3:23 PM by Avram

That's _Mount Doom My Destination_, aka _Smeagol! Smeagol!_.

Posted December 24, 2002 3:45 PM by Graham Sleight

Frodo:9We'll put the Fellowship back together, see if we can't save Middle earth. Bang! Plenty of Gold.

Sam: Yeah, well, putting the fellowship back together might not be easy

Frodo: 9What're you talking about?

Sam: They split. They all took jobs. Some of them even took the straight road.

Frodo: Yeah? So? You know where they are. You said you were gonna keep in touch with them!

Sam: I got a couple leads, a few Palantir contacts, but I mean, how many of them tried to rescue you from Thranduil's dungeon? Heck, did they even write you a letter?

Frodo: They're not the kinda guys who write letters. You were outside, I was inside, you were s'posed to keep in touch with the Fellowship. I kept asking you if we were going to quest again?

Sam: Well, what was I going to do? Take away your only hope? Take away the very thing that kept you going in there, ever since we tossed the ring? I took the liberty of fabling you, okay?

Frodo:99You lied to me.

Sam:99It wasn't lies. It was just... fables.

Posted December 24, 2002 3:50 PM by Erik V. Olson

I think that A NIGHT AT THE OPERA is the specific Marx Bros. film in which Groucho and Chico engage in the negotiation that inspired Mike Ford, a nice sidelink to the Queen entry if so.

"One Ring to Rule Them All and in the Darkness Bind Them!"

Blaat!

"And one duck egg!"

Posted December 24, 2002 4:26 PM by Bob Webber

A friend pointed me here and suggested I leave with you

GANDALF AT THE BRIDGE

It looked extremely rocky for the Moria nine that day;
The orcs were hot upon their trail, a chasm barred the way.
Though Aragorn had drawn his sword and Frodo pulled out Sting,
Still a pallor wreathed the features of the bearers of the Ring.

Upon the stricken Company a deathlike silence fell;
The Balrog burst across the flames like something sent from Hell.
A fiery mane streamed backward from his bony eyebrow ridge -
But Gandalf, mighty Gandalf, was advancing to the bridge!

The Men ran back to lend support, the Hobbits raised a cheer,
And Legolas and Gimli felt a lightening of their fear.
To all, the Balrog seemed but just a pesky little midge -
They'd put up even money now, with Gandalf at the bridge!

And now the wizard lifts his staff, and now he lets it go,
And now the bridge is shattered by the force of Gandalf's blow.
The Balrog fell adown the deep, with fiery whistling breeze,
But as he fell, his curling whip caught Gandalf by the knees.

Oh, somewhere else in Middle-earth the sun is shining bright,
And somewhere elves are plinking harps, and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere dwarves are singing songs, and hobbit-children shout;
But there is no joy in Moria - mighty Gandalf has struck out.

Posted December 24, 2002 4:34 PM by Dharma Traveller

Thank you, Dr. Doyle. That's not just pastiche; it's plausible.

Dan, Graydon, you're right; that's Gerrard Winstanley. Most of it is from "A Declaration from the Poor Oppressed People of England," but there are bits from some of his other pamphlets.

We just got home from the office. I checked this thread and announced to Patrick that two people in my Comments section had identified it as Winstanley.

"It would be two people in your Comments section," he said.

Posted December 24, 2002 4:50 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

I could have done better -- looking over the text, it should have been "fere" and "hornes" -- but I had to go run Christmas Eve errands.

Posted December 24, 2002 4:55 PM by Debra Doyle

Just a couple of footnotes.

So #10 is Adam Sorkin. I was going to guess Monty Python -- except that the diction is too American, of course. But can't you see it as a Python scene, with John Cleese as Gandalf and Eric Idle as Boromir?

#9 is not only Austen, it's a direct pastiche of a scene from Pride and Prejudice between Jane and Elizabeth (where Jane is wondering how she can marry a man whose sisters wish him to marry someone else).

Posted December 24, 2002 5:02 PM by Janet Lafler

Add me to the list of people who recognized Winstanley's screed (and could have found his name from Google if it hadn't been done already), but only because you reviewed it for me in an earlier edition of the MAKING LIGHT LoC Department.

Posted December 24, 2002 5:04 PM by Bob Webber

Debra, I can fix that.

Janet, I fear you're right. I went astray on "disoblige".

Posted December 24, 2002 7:09 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Er, Merry Christmas. Now I've done my duty as one of Santa's little helpers, I can point out that Gandalf at the Bridge is one of the last things written by Kipling after he was privileged to read some of Tolkien's notes that time. This game can hardly do other than spin out of control in all directions all over the Internet. Woo.

Posted December 24, 2002 8:27 PM by Alison Scott

GANDALF: Eh, what's up, doc?

SARUMAN: I'm looking at Sauron's army in my palantir.

GANDALF: That palantir's no good, doc.

SARUMAN: I'm going to join Sauron. He's going to conquer the world.

GANDALF: Oh, brother.

SARUMAN: And he's going to give ME Pismo Beach.

GANDALF: What a maroon.

SAURON: Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm cowwupting Istawi.

Posted December 24, 2002 8:50 PM by Dan Blum

Since Mary Kay asked for it... the variant translation from the Language of Mordor:

Salad for the Elven Kings, underneath the sky.
Soup for the Dwarf Lords, in their bowls of stone.
Fries for mortal Men, doomed to die.
Onions for the Dark Lord, on his dark throne.

Onion rings to rule them all,
Onion rings to find them,
Onion rings to bring them all,
and to their diets bind them.

Posted December 25, 2002 1:04 AM by Jordin Kare

From the day Bilbo left I was no longer the same: with him was gone every settled feeling, every association that had made Bag End in some degree a home to me. But destiny, in the shape of Gandalf, came between me and Bilbo. I saw him disappear during his speech; I returned to Bag End where Gandalf told me he had gone; and then I retired to my room, and there spent in solitude the greatest part of the evening, knowing that I would be busy with guests and questions in the morning.

I walked about the chamber most of the time. I imagined myself only to be regretting my loss, and thinking how to repair it; but when my reflections were concluded, and I looked up and found the evening was far advanced, another discovery dawned on me, namely, that in the interval I had undergone a transforming process.

I went to my window, opened it, and looked out. There were the lights of Hobbiton; there was the garden; there were the skirts of the woods; there was the hilly horizon. My eye saw these but also strained toward what it could not see: the blue peaks: it was those I longed to surmount. I imagined the white road winding round the base of one mountain, and vanishing in a gorge between two: how I longed to follow it further! I did not realize then that the Ring was to give me, not the liberty I desired, but a new servitude.

Posted December 25, 2002 11:18 AM by Janet Lafler

Aiee. I can't believe I forgot the "hehehehehehe" at the end of that.

I take the One Ring all the way to Mount Doom but I can't bring myself to throw it in. Sauron finds me and uses the ring to spread darkness over Middle Earth. All die. Oh the embarrassment.

Posted December 25, 2002 12:39 PM by Dan Blum

It is possible I already had some presentiment of my future. The locked and rusted gate that stood before us, with wisps of fog threading its spikes like the paths of the Misty Mountains, remains in my mind now as the symbol of my exile. That is why I have begun this account of it with the aftermath of our journey through the Downs, in which I, the gardener's apprentice Sam, had so nearly been slain.

"The gatekeeper has gone." Thus my friend Frodo spoke to Merry, who had already seen it for himself.

Doubtfully, the youth Pippin suggested that we go around. A lift of his thin, freckled arm indicated the thousands of paces of wall stretching across the fields and sweeping up the hill until at last they met the high curtain wall of Bree. It was a walk I would take, much later.

"And try to get through the barbican without a safe-conduct? They'd send to Master Gandalf."

"But why would the gatekeeper leave?"

"It doesn't matter." Frodo rattled the gate. "Pippin, see if you can slip between the bars."

Frodo was our captain, and Pippin put an arm and a leg through the iron palings, but it was immediately clear that there was no hope of getting his body to follow.

"Someone's coming," Merry whispered. Frodo jerked Pippin out.

Posted December 25, 2002 1:09 PM by Alan Bostick

If #10 is Aaron Sorkin, I don't ever, ever want to read or see anything actually by him. Whoever he may be. [checks] Nope, never have. I've seen too many tedious stage plays - mostly by Sam Shepard - in which people talk like that, and I've had quite enough of it.

Posted December 25, 2002 3:00 PM by Simon Shoedecker

Alison, nothing for it but to jump in.

You know what would be really obscure? Doing LOTR as if West or Pickersgill had written it.

Janet, that's Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre.

Alan, Gene Wolfe, Book of the New Sun.

Simon, Aaron Sorkin writes West Wing. It's anything but tedious. I know the episode that pastiche is taken from, and the lines are delivered at top speed, with no pauses between them.

Posted December 25, 2002 3:59 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Winstanley obscure? No.

The Dark Lord, during his rule of scarce one hundred years, has created more massive and more colossal productive forces than have all preceding Ages together. Subjection of nature's forces to Orcs, machinery, application of chemistry to industry and agriculture, steam navigation, railways, electric telegraphs, clearing of whole continents for cultivation, canalization or rivers, whole populations conjured out of the ground — what earlier century had even a presentiment that such productive forces slumbered in the lap of Middle Earth?

The Dark Lord's domain, with its relations of production, of exchange and of property, a society that has conjured up such gigantic means of production and of exchange, is like the sorcerer who is no longer able to control the powers of the nether world whom he has called up by his spells.

(I'll spare you all _Mordor: A New Civilization?_ and _The Sauronist Sixth of the World_.

Posted December 25, 2002 4:39 PM by Ken MacLeod

A nod to our fellows in/from the armed forces....

(Scene: The Prancing Pony. An old hobbit, SAMWISE GAMGEE, sits drinking whisky, neat, with an ale back. He's smoking a pipe, which is filled with a particuallly foul pipeweed. Near him, sit three younger hobbits, in uniform.)

SAM: So, no shit, there I was, in the Crack of Doom, and Frodo gets this strange look in his eyes.....

Posted December 25, 2002 10:29 PM by Erik V. Olson

Erik: That would be the Blues Brothers...Boys...Fellowship. ("This is the Ring. Strong stuff."; "Isengardian Uruk-Hai? I _hate_ Isengardian Uruk-Hai!")

My own contribution (hoping that the web research I did to check a couple details holds up):

Mr. Frodo Baggins lived, in late 3017, at Bag End, West Farthing, the house from which its famous owner had departed some sixteen years previous. He was one of the most noticeable visitors to the Ivy Bush, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, except that he was a polished hobbit of the Shire. People said that he resembled Balbo--at least that his head was Balbonic; but he was a happy, tranquil Balbo, who might live on a thousand years without growing old.

Posted December 25, 2002 11:48 PM by Seth Johnson

Erik, I see I forgot to mention that you were doing The Blues Brothers a while back. Sorry about that.

Posted December 25, 2002 11:51 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Seth, that's Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days.

Ken, I think that must be Karl Marx. I have no idea which work it is (definitely not The Eighteenth Brown Mare of Tar-Miriel), so on the theory that when stumped in a quiz game, you should guess the one thing everyone's heard of, I'll say it's the Communist Manifesto.

Posted December 26, 2002 8:21 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Teresa, you're right about the Communist Manifesto:

"The bourgeoisie, during its rule of scarce one hundred years...."

My own composition on these lines only got as far as, "A Nazgul is haunting the Shire...", which is both weak and obvious.

Posted December 26, 2002 10:23 AM by Bob Webber

I first thought that number 8 was patterned after David Weber's Honor Harrington novels, which are themselves based on Horatio Hornblower, so I guess it amounts to the same thing.

On the other hand, Number 8 bears a strong resemblance to Heart of Darkness by Conrad.

Posted December 26, 2002 10:33 AM by Holly Messinger

Then Aragorn told Gimli his own intentions, and all three went away to Elrond's farm where they could talk over the grand project.

Said Legolas, "The peach trees in the orchard behind the house are just in full flower. Tomorrow we will institute a sacrifice there and solemnly declare our intention before Iluvatar and Middle Earth, and we three will swear brotherhood and unity of aims and sentiments: thus will we enter upon our great task."

Both Aragorn and Gimli gladly agreed.

All three being of one mind, next day they prepared the sacrifices, a black ox, a white horse, and wine for libation. Beneath the smoke of the incense burning on the altar, they bowed their heads and recited this oath:

"We three - Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas - though of different races, swear brotherhood, and promise mutual help to one end. We will rescue each other in difficulty; we will aid each other in danger. We swear to serve the state and save the people. We ask not the same day of birth, but we seek to die together. May Iluvatar, the all-ruling, and Middle Earth, the all-producing, read our hearts. If we turn aside from righteousness or forget kindliness, may all smite us!"

They rose from their knees. The two others bowed before Aragorn as their elder brother, and Legolas was to be the youngest of the trio. This solemn ceremony performed, they slew other oxen and made a feast to which they invited the elves. Three hundred joined them, and all feasted and drank deep in the Peach Garden.

The next day weapons were mustered. But there were no horses to ride. This was a real grief. But soon they were cheered by the arrival of four hobbits with a pony named Bill.

"Thus does Heaven help us!" said Aragorn.

Posted December 26, 2002 12:18 PM by Dan Blum

This one is opening of The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Posted December 26, 2002 1:03 PM by Trent Goulding

>>The ents go marching one by one, hurrum, hurrum

Avram:

You are an evil person to inflict such an ear-worm on us all.

Brilliant, but evil.

Posted December 26, 2002 2:50 PM by Kate Nepveu

Yes, of course, you're right.

September 12, Sunday:
At three o'clock Merry and Pippin called for a good long walk over the Old Forest, and brought with them a friend named Samwise. We walked and chatted together, except Sam, who was always a few yards behind us staring at the ground and muttering about keeping an eye out for the farmer. As it was getting on for five, we four held a consultation, and Pippin suggested that we should make for 'The Prancing Pony', for some pipeweed. Samwise said: 'a pint of ale was good enough for him.' I reminded them that all public-houses were closed till six o'clock. Sam said, 'That's all right -- bona-fide travellers.'

We arrived at Bree; and as we were trying to pass, the man in charge of the gate said: 'Where from?' I replied: 'Hobbiton.' He immediately put up his arm, and declined to let me pass. I turned back for a moment, when I saw Samwise, closely followed by Pippin and Merry, make for the entrance. I watched them, and thought I would have a good laugh at their expense, I heard the gatekeeper say: 'Where from?' When, to my surprise, in fact disgust, Samwise replied: 'Rivendell,' and the three were immediately admitted.

Pippin called over, saying 'We shan't be a minute.' I waited for them the best part of an hour. When they appeared they were all in most excellent spirits, and the only one who made an effort to apologise was Mr. Gamgee, who said to me: 'It was very rough on you to be kept waiting, Mr Frodo. We met a odd sort of a cove called Strider -- ah, here he is now." I walked on in silence; I couldn't speak to them. I felt very dull all the evening, especially when I remembered that my torment could have been avoided by slipping on the ring and entering in secret. But in any event, I deemed it advisable not to say anything to Gandalf about the matter.

Posted December 26, 2002 9:56 PM by Alison Scott

The great mass of manuscript known as the Baggins Papers was discovered during a sale of household furniture at the Gray Havens....

"Tolkien got it wrong, in one important detail. You will have read, in The Fellowship of the Ring, how I volunteered to take the ring to Mordor there to destroy it, which is true enough, but when Tolkien alleges that this was the result of my deliberately choosing to risk my life for the betterment of all, he is in error. I knew better than to be a hero even at that tender age."

I mention this, not in self-defense, but in the interests of strict truth. This story will be completely truthful; I am breaking the habit of decades. Why shouldn't I? When a hobbit is as old as I am, and knows himself thoroughly for what he was and is, he doesn't care much. I'm not ashamed, you see; never was--and I have enough on what Society would consider the credit side of the ledger. So I can look at the painting above my desk, of the young hobbit in Elven Cloak; short but sturdy, noble and rosy-cheeked in youth I was in those days--and say that is the portrait of a scoundrel, a liar, a cheat, a thief, a coward--and, oh yes, a toady. Tolkien said none of these things, but he was more concerned to tell a fairy tale full of heroes and tragic nobility than to give facts."

But I am concerned with facts, and since many of them are discreditable to me, you can rest assured they are true."

Posted December 27, 2002 1:54 AM by Mark Jones

Mark Jones: That is George Macdonald Fraser's _Flashman_, unless I am greatly mistaken. Very nice.

Posted December 27, 2002 4:31 AM by David Goldfarb

THE LITTLE TOWN of Hobbiton could have passed for one of the prettiest in the Shire. Its hobbit-holes, with their thick roofs of green grass, spread over the slope of a hill, where clumps of chestnut trees marked every indentation.

Now, however, The Water, taking its course through Hobbiton before emptying into the Brandywine, supplied power to numerous saw-mills. These afforded to a small portion of the inhabitants, mostly of the shifty, squint-eyed peasant class, a certain degree of affluence. It was not only the saw-mills that enriched these sallow-faced ruffians. It was the theft and sale of a plant called "pipe-weed"; that, and a general villainy which had burnt or knocked down nearly every house and hole in Hobbiton since the fall of Sauron.

On entering the town, one was deafened by the din of a huge, underused grain-mill. This pretentious establishment was among the things that most astonished the four travellers now returning to the Shire. When they asked to whom this great factory belonged that was deafening the hobbits walking in Bag End, Ted Sandyman spat and answered, in a drawling accent: "Garn! It belongs to Sharkey."

Posted December 27, 2002 8:13 PM by David Fleck

I'm passing on messages.

John D. Berry says:

Arma hobbitque cano...

What!?!
Down by darkwater lived old Gollum
not man nor orc but tired old fur-foot
fish-eating imp-squeezing lone-living Gollum9
deep in the darkness, waiting for nothing,
far from daylight and all bright faces
down in mountain roots, seeking for secrets
scraped thin by long years
curled up carefully, clutching his Precious
almost forgetting wind, flowers, sunshine.
Precious took everything, turned it to riddles
to hunger, to emptiness, dark and cold water,
emptied old Gollum, before came Baggins.

Posted December 29, 2002 2:09 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Wow, I've been away and missed this. #6 is Neuromancer and not Count Zero; the folksy-talking AI duplicate and the drug aftereffects make that clear.

We've been doing this with songs (i.e. filk) ever since the Michigan State University Tolkien Fellowship was founded back in the 60s...examples include the "Epical History of the War of the Ring," which has episodes parodying various songs:

The Balrog
Warmed up Thangorodrim
UNtil
The Valar vanquished him.
THEN he
Went off to MORi-
A and never
Was heard of
Again. (Can you ID the tune? Only if you haven't heard this before.)

And

Come on, Valar, light my fire...

Is it only us who have this stuff, or has it infected all of fandom by now?

Posted December 29, 2002 10:48 AM by Christopher Hatton

Is everyone stumped by David Fleck? I was. The closest I could manage was "19th C. realistic novel." I have now looked it up, but I won't say further if the guessing is still going on.

Posted December 29, 2002 2:55 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Mark Twain:

"You don't know about me without you have read a book called THE HOBBIT."

Virgil:

"I sing of arms and of the halfling."

Jane A:

"It is a truth generally acknowledged that a respectable hobbit in possession of a fortune must be in want of a Quest."

Posted December 29, 2002 4:42 PM by Dharma Traveller

Sorry! I meant

"I sing of rings and of the Halfling."

Posted December 29, 2002 4:43 PM by dharma traveller

Vide supra, John D. Berry. Extra points if you sing it to "The Stars and Stripes Forever".

Posted December 29, 2002 7:51 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Are we moribund here? No one can have missed Jo's.

Posted December 29, 2002 9:19 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

I had to get here too late for the easy ones. Jo's is nagging at me to the point that I'll feel quite stupid when I find out what it is. Meanwhile, here's one a little more obscure:

There are stories the hobbit recites quietly into the room that slip from level to level like a hawk. He wakes in the paneled room that surrounds him with its spilling papers, pages of great books. He remembers feasts, an elf who healed parts of his body that now are scarred into the color of aubergine.

   I have spent weeks in Ithilien, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married hobbit may spend days never looking into the face of his wife. These are not sins of omission but signs of preoccupation.

And one a little less obscure:

   Sing, vala, the anger of Denethor's son Boromir and its devastation, which put pains thousandfold upon the Gondorians, hurled in their multitudes to the house of Mandos strong souls of heroes, but gave their bodies to the delicate feasting of wargs, of all birds, and the will of Iluvatar was accomplished since that time when first their stood in division of conflict Arathorn's son the lord of men and brilliant Boromir.

And one more (after which I'll shut up): Teresa, here's one in memory of the Declaration from the Oppressed Peoples.

In 3019
To Pelennor Fields
A ragged band they called Haradrim
Come to show the people's will
They defied the horse-lords
They defied Gondor
They were the dispossessed
Reclaiming what was theirs

(...)

From the men of Numenor
The orders came
They sent the Rohirrim and halflings
To wipe out the Southrons' claim
Cut down their oliphaunts
Destroy their swords
They were dispersed
But still the vision lingers on.

You orcs take courage
Halflings take care
Arda was made a common treasury
For everyone to share
All things in common
All creatures one
We come in peace* -
The order came to cut them down.

* (Bit of poetic license there, I admit.)

Posted December 30, 2002 1:02 AM by David Moles

Jo's must be a pastiche of Beowulf, I should think.

David Mole's second one is the opening of the Iliad.

Posted December 30, 2002 1:10 AM by Trent

David:

Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Homer, the Iliad

The third one I not only recognize, but own a recording of.

Jo's piece is beautiful, and I like it more every time I read it. If you can't identify it any other way, try reading the first line out loud.

Posted December 30, 2002 1:22 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

An ylf ther was, and yet a worthy man,
that fro the tyme he first bigan
to voyage far, loved errantrye

Posted December 30, 2002 2:10 AM by Graydon

Teresa: I couldn't agree more that Jo's poem is wonderful. (For my money she is one of the great poets of all time. Keats, Eliot, Walton. I am completely serious about this.) I must admit, though, that I don't recognize any original model to it beyond "northern-style alliterative blank verse"....

Posted December 30, 2002 6:35 AM by David Goldfarb

My guess is that David Fleck is doing Thomas Hardy, but which novel it is I can't be certain.

Or maybe it's George Eliot.

(I have to admit that both Hardy and Eliot are, for me, just on the other side of the line marking off works of literature I can get on a deep level from stuff I'm reduced to, at best, admiring from a distance as items in the category "extremely well-made examples of something I don't particularly like.")

Jo's is driving me nuts. I know I've heard that tune before, as it were, but I can't pin it down long enough for positive identification. I'm reduced to wild guesses on the order of "Ezra Pound doing his Old English imitation?" or "Charles Dickens recast in loose four-stress alliterative?", and those are -- possibly -- a bit farfetched even for this crowd.

Posted December 30, 2002 11:20 AM by Debra Doyle

Graydon: General Prologue, the Knight. In like manere:

In th' olde dayes of kings in Arnor,
Of which old tales speken greet honour,
Al was this land fulfild of Sindarie,
In every bussh or under every tree;
And daunced ofte in many a grene mede.
This was the olde opinion, as I rede;
I speke of manye hundred yeres ago.
But now kan no man se none elves mo...

Posted December 30, 2002 11:25 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Debra, of course it's driving you crazy. It's the poem you know best in all the world, minus its caesurae.

Posted December 30, 2002 11:30 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

What? "Little Bunny Foo-Foo"? Say it ain't so!

(And here I was saying to myself, "No, it can't possibly be Beowulf. That's just too damned obvious.")

Posted December 30, 2002 11:36 AM by Debra Doyle

Little hobbit Fro-Fro

Was hoppin through the forest

Scoopin' up the mushrooms

And nibbling on their caps.

Along came the Grey Wizard, and he said...

Posted December 30, 2002 12:55 PM by Avram

Avram, you're evil. Deliciously so.

Beowulf? Isn't it supposed to have three alliterations per line? (I haven't studied it in > 20 years, so I could be wrong.)

Posted December 30, 2002 1:02 PM by Christopher Hatton

Thanks for doing Chaucer, Graydon. It seemed necessary but my attempts ("and hobbits for to seken strange stroundes") were pretty feeble.

I don't think we've had any, y'know, traditional non-fiction yet. So...

On a late spring evening in 3017 TA, a young hobbit (whom I'll call Berilac Bolger) was admitted to Rivendell in an advanced stage of prostration. Dr. Elrond, the chief of service, was on duty that night and examined Bolger. He was unconscious, pale, and appeared to be in shock. Elrond thought he knew the reason for this condition when his examination revealed the crudely-bandaged wound on Bolger's side. However, after a judicious inspection of the wound, Elrond was puzzled. The cut, which he tentatively identified as a stab wound from a sword, was not large. It was not near any vital organs. It did not appear to have caused much blood loss. And it gave no indication of being infected.

After cleaning and dressing the wound Dr. Elrond was about to order the normal treatment for shock, but paused, uneasy in his diagnosis. Instead he found Glorfindel, the paramedic who had brought Bolger in, and spoke to him briefly. As Elrond had supposed, Bolger had indeed been in a fight. The police had arrived on the scene and called for an ambulance. Glorfindel had no clues to the cause of Bolger's condition, but suggested Elrond call Sergeant Aragorn, who had arrived on the scene first.

Dr. Elrond went to his office and telephoned the local precinct. When Sergeant Aragorn came to the phone he identified himself and requested a copy of his report. Aragorn was eager to help. He had in fact just finished typing up his report, and would be happy to send a copy over right away. However, he did not think Dr. Elrond would need it. He thought he could tell the doctor precisely what he needed to know. In fact, he thought he had told Glorfindel at the scene, but of course he was distracted at the time. In any case, Dr. Elrond should not hesitate to call him if he had any more questions.

Dr. Elrond hung up the telephone. Sergeant Aragorn's information made Bolger's condition gratifyingly clear, but did nothing to reduce his unease. In fact, it deepened it. Bolger had been stabbed with a Morgul blade.

Posted December 30, 2002 2:26 PM by Dan Blum

That's just lovely, Teresa.

Posted December 30, 2002 2:27 PM by Graydon

Er, isn't Jo Walton's from Lord of the Rings? Specifically, Tom Bombadil. Sure sounds like him, anyway.

And Christopher Hatton, your song bit sounds like one of the songs in Silverlock, but I'm theoretically at work so I can't go look it up.

Posted December 30, 2002 2:59 PM by Beth Friedman

Oh -- is Jo's the Seamus Heaney translation?

Posted December 30, 2002 3:26 PM by David Moles

I was considering digging up my (or somebody's) copy of Jhereg and having a go at it, till I remembered that the Vlad books are basically LotR as written by Robert B. Parker.

Posted December 30, 2002 7:41 PM by Avram

I don't think it's Seamus Heaney, though I could be wrong.

Posted December 30, 2002 8:21 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Christopher, please tell me that isn't sung to the Brady Bunch theme.

Posted December 30, 2002 8:23 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

I suspect that it's sung to the tune of the Colonel Bogie March, aka the march from Bridge Over the River Kwai.

Posted December 30, 2002 9:04 PM by Debra Doyle

Teresa, it isn't sung to the Brady Bunch theme.

Debra, you are correct. Winters. Warm up with Malt-O-Meal! Comet. It makes your Teeth Turn Green!

Posted December 31, 2002 1:49 AM by Christopher Hatton

Not the Brady Bunch. I am grateful.

BTW, I thought that went:

Comet! It makes your teeth so clean!
Comet! It makes you vomit green!

I've heard that a traditional challenge in Proust fandom is to summarize portions of A la recherche du temps perdu as filks sung to the tune of "Col. Bogie":

Swann's way,
a book by
Marcel Proust,
tells how
its hero
took to roost
racy
Odette de Crecy,
who to his friends
could not be
introduced.

Posted December 31, 2002 9:50 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

The full version of the Comet song, as I learned it, went:

Comet!
It makes your teeth turn green!
Comet!
It tastes like gasoline!
Comet!
It makes you vomit!
So drink some Comet
And vomit
Today!

Ah, memories of those fourth grade days . . . .

Posted December 31, 2002 2:01 PM by Debra Doyle

A Debra, you remind me of times gone by...the version I learned is identical to yours, except that it's "get your Comet" instead of "drink some Comet." And there's another verse, same as the first (a little bit louder and...), except for the first two (or four in your version) lines:

Comet! It makes your teeth turn yellow!
Comet! It tastes like moldy jello!

Ou sont les nieges d'antan?

Posted December 31, 2002 4:35 PM by Christopher Hatton

Kid songs! One of the few surviving branches of folklore. Not surprisingly--at the time, we lived within ten miles of each other--Patrick learned the same version I did:

Comet! It makes your teeth so clean!
Comet! It makes you vomit green!
Comet! It makes you vomit!
So buy some Comet and vomit today!

He also heard Debra's version, though I didn't. The yellow/Jello version is a new one on both of us.

Patrick says les nieges d'antan have gone off with the horse and his rider.

If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean,
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat;
And we would be together
Out there on that ocean,
Singin' me upon my pony on my boat.

Posted December 31, 2002 7:44 PM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Pickiness: it's neiges. You know, e before i and all that. (Remember, I live in a town named Weirton. I notice this stuff.)

I heard the same version Teresa and Patrick grew up with, all the way in Pennsylvania.

I'd like to get back to the LoTR pastiches now, please. What is that third one of David Moles'?

Posted December 31, 2002 10:20 PM by Lois Fundis

Danged if I know.

Posted January 1, 2003 12:49 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Thanks Lois. I was quoting from memory, rather than from any actual knowledge of French.

Why be content with One Ring,
When you could have all Three?
Why be content to be formless,
When there's no form you couldn't be?
Why be content with three Elven Rings,
When you could have the whole Elvish trove?
Why be content with a trove when you could have the world?

OK, OK, filk off the top of the head isn't the same as literary pastiche. Being no good at the latter, I just thought I'd...stop now.

Posted January 1, 2003 1:33 AM by Christopher Hatton

My childhood cohort's version of the Comet song was pretty much identical to Debra's version, save that I'm pretty sure our Comet tasted like Listerine.

Posted January 1, 2003 5:32 AM by Avram

The verses to the Comet song are a large can of worms (though smaller than the amount of worms it contains). It gets worse when I recall all the additional verses I wrote in grade school. The excellent book, Joe's Got A Head Like A Ping-Pong Ball, covers many variants. The one that really has all the variants, though, is "Gory Gory Bloody Murder" -- I'm quite sure that in quoting that much, I've already violated someone's rock-bottom knowledge of how it really goes.

Out of a haze of conflicting versions, I think my own personal first verse of Comet was:

Use Comet -- it makes you feel so keen (clean?)
Comet -- it tastes like gasoline.
Comet: it makes you vomit.
So try some Comet
And vomit
Today.

Use Gollum; you'll find he's just the thing.
Gollum; cleans out the toughest ring.
Gollum; he'll de-install 'em,
So think of Gollum, and call 'em, today.

Posted January 1, 2003 11:07 AM by kip

No one explicitly identified David Moles's third piece. It's "The World Turned Upside Down", by Leon Rosselson (1981), later recorded by Billy Bragg. I was going to mention it anyway: I've never read Winstanley, but I recognized "A Message from the Oppressed People of Middle-Earth" as a Digger pastiche based purely on "The World Turned Upside-Down".

Also, I'm sure that Ken realizes this, but The Communist Manifesto's first line is perfect for this game: "A spectre is haunting Middle-Earth--the spectre of The Necromancer".

Also,

In th' olde dayes of kings in Arnor,
Of which old tales speken greet honour,
Al was this land fulfild of Sindarie,
In every bussh or under every tree;

brought to mind

In olden days a glimpse of Nazgul
Was considered by all to be quite cruel
Goodness knows, now anything goes

but I have not the fortitude to pursue this further, for which all may sigh a sigh of sighful release.

Posted January 1, 2003 12:00 PM by Kevin J. Maroney

Thank you, Kip. Thank you, Kevin.

I believe I'm going to have to declare that David Moles has stumped the lot of us. David? What is that thing?

Posted January 2, 2003 6:52 AM by Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Que? David Moles you sussed out--the first one is The English Patient, the second one The Iliad, and the third one is "The World Turned Upside Down".

Other pieces upthread who we still haven't ID'd:

Let's see... David Fleck is George Eliot's The Mill on the Floss, unless I'm horribly mistaken.

Did we ever get a source for Mike Ford's "It makes you invisible, but this unpleasant fellow can see you better then? I daresay we don't have things like that in Square Toe City."

Dan Blum's medical reporting has also not been properly spotted, I think.

Posted January 2, 2003 12:36 PM by Kevin J. Maroney

Graydon said that JMF's was one of the Miss Pickerell
books.

And no, no one's guessed my last one.

Posted January 2, 2003 1:08 PM by Dan Blum

The medical report one reminded me of Tony Hillerman's nonfiction (e.g. "We All Fall Down," about the 1980s outbreak of bubonic plague in New Mexico), but I'm far from certain that was the source.

Posted January 2, 2003 1:48 PM by Christopher Hatton

Nope, not Hillerman (I've never read him). It may or
may not help to note that it's not based on any specific work of the author in question, but just his general style.

Posted January 2, 2003 2:13 PM by Dan Blum

Yep, Teresa, me you got. I also, like Kevin, was able to identify the Diggers from "The World Turned Upside Down", though I think I must have actually read Winstanley's Declaration once upon a time.

I'm surprised nobody's done a Tae Kim parody yet. (I'd have a bash at it, but I've just had lunch.)

Posted January 2, 2003 3:34 PM by David Moles

I have three guesses on Dan Blum's reportial account. It doesn't seem like John McPhee, the man who can write fascinatingly about anything, because it isn't full of homey detail. Bernadette tells me that it's not quite Berton Roueche--it's got too much detail about the paramedic and Sergent Aragorn. So it seems very much like a true crime writer, say Ann Rule (but not her, since you said "he"), or *maybe* disease writer Robert Preston.

Posted January 3, 2003 3:02 PM by Kevin J. Maroney