Lest you be overburthened, I have given Harade to Shélobe and her future husband, Réginard de Pérégrin. I myself will now assume the Lordship of Terre-moyenne with my new bride the Countess Rosédès, et c'est un fait, ça.
As for you, Morrie, voici the entire secret of my conduct towards you: there is neither fortune nor misfortune in this world; there is only a comparison between one state and another, voilà tout. Now you perceive the truth of what I once told you long ago: Had Béren not lost his hand in a bet with Carcharot the Loup-garou, his winning of Luthienne and the silmaril serait tout à fait banal. For only he who has suffered the extreme misfortune is apt to feel the greatest happiness. You must wish to die, Morrie, to know how good it is to live.
Live then and be happy, cherished children of my heart, and never forget that, until Érou should deign to reveal the future of man, all wisdom will be in these two words: World conquest!
Your friend,
SAMOUARD GAMGÈS, COUNT OF MONTE FATO
