Letter 77

Letter 77 is the seventy-seventh letter written by J.R.R. Tolkien and published in The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien.

Summary
Tolkien had written for a long time and had almost completed the new stuff in The Lord of the Rings, which he would soon send to Christopher. Priscilla Tolkien had read Out of the Silent Planet and Perelandra and with great taste favored the last. Tolkien said that the philologist in Perelandra was not him in spite of the fact that he perceived some of his suppositions and thoughts Lewisified.

The great news meant that things may move quick now, despite the fact that the time to get energized would be the point at which the burst came in France. To what extent, and who cares about Japan? At the point when over, would conventional individuals have any flexibilities? Some Big Folk appeared to trust that the standard individuals would be excessively drained, making it impossible to stand up to. On certain outcome would be the further development in awesome institutionalized amalgamations with mass delivered thoughts and feelings. Tolkien predicted music supplanted by jiving, wherein one takes a piano (intended to deliver the sounds formulated by a Chopin) and hits it so hard that it breaks. What mass-insanities the Soviets would deliver stayed for the end of the war to indicate (maybe not as troubling as the West). It has dependably been going ahead in diverse terms; Tolkien said he and his child fit in with the ever-crushed yet never stifled side. Tolkien said he would have detested the Roman Empire in its day (and he did in the present), remained an enthusiastic Roman resident, however would have favored a free Gaul and seen great in Carthage. Trust lay in the way that in England publicity vanquished itself, most likely in Russia and he wager even in Germany.

Proceeding with the letter on August 1, Tolkien reported listening to that First Whispers of the Wind in the Willows, a gathering of further stories about Toad and Mole that Kenneth Grahame had put into letters to his child, was turning out to ideal surveys. Tolkien proclaimed that he must get a duplicate. He said he committed an awesome error in making his continuation too since a long time ago, convoluted, and moderate in turning out, the condemnation of having an epic disposition in an overcrowded age.