i saw someone at the 'yugee', a man about my age, professional looking. an insurance salesman i overheard him saying. there was something phoney about him that i picked up on that just made me ill. its a naivete. an unconscious ignorance. i dont blame the guy but i despised what i saw because i know what it leads people to do. i saw it as a disease and I wanted to kill it. then i overheard him call his girlfriend and i was replused all the more. it felt scripted, phoney, without meaning. "Esteem him! Like him! Use those insipid words again and I shall leave the room this instant!"

Sam: Hey Stinker! Don’t go getting too far ahead!

Frodo: Why do you do that?

Sam: What?

Frodo: Call him names; run him down all the time.

Sam: Because... because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught left in 'im but lies and deceit. It's the ring he wants. It's all he cares about.

Frodo: (Glaring at Sam)

You have no idea what it did to him. What it’s still doing to him.

(He walks past Sam and stops)

I want to help him, Sam.

Sam: Why?

Frodo: Because I have to believe he can come back.

Sam: You can’t save him, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: What do you know about it? Nothing!