Dear Mister Sauron, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Sterday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is:
…a gardener…
…and a Knight of the Mark…
…and a ringbearer…
…a Guard of the Citadel…
…and a burglar…
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, the Second Breakfast Club.
“Second Breakfast Club” image by Kyle Price; commentary by Mordicai Knode.