Bilbo: What have I got in my pocket? Gollum: Handsies! Bilbo: Nope, guess again. Gollum: A knife! No, no... Bilbo: Wrong again. Gollum: String! Or... Nothing!
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly