“I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something.”
"Som starý, Gandalf! Nevyzerám na to, ale už to začínam cítiť v srdci. Zachovalý, to tak! Cítim sa krehký a slabý ako roztopené maslo. To nie je v poriadku. Potrebujem zmenu, alebo niečo také."