Patrick Somerville, The Universe in Miniature in Miniature

He nods, then squints across the room. “Not all those who wander are lost,” he says. He’s still squinting. I wonder if he’s practiced this squint – a squint-stare off into the metaphysical distance. I’m realizing he’s kind of handsome. But then again, it might just be that he cares about something.”What is that?” I ask. “Did Jesus Christ say that?””No,” he says. “Bilbo Baggins said that.

Patrick Somerville, The Universe in Miniature in Miniature

He nods, then squints across the room. “Not all those who wander are lost,” he says. He’s still squinting. I wonder if he’s practiced this squint – a squint-stare off into the metaphysical distance. I’m realizing he’s kind of handsome. But then again, it might just be that he cares about something.”What is that?” I ask. “Did Jesus Christ say that?””No,” he says. “Bilbo Baggins said that.

Patrick Somerville, The Universe in Miniature in Miniature

He nods, then squints across the room. “Not all those who wander are lost,” he says. He’s still squinting. I wonder if he’s practiced this squint – a squint-stare off into the metaphysical distance. I’m realizing he’s kind of handsome. But then again, it might just be that he cares about something.”What is that?” I ask. “Did Jesus Christ say that?””No,” he says. “Bilbo Baggins said that.