Sunday, September 28, 2008 at 7:12AM
RAMBLING SID RADAGAST: ‘Ello Me Dearios! It is I, Rambling Sid Radagast, come ’ere after roving the length and breadth of Middle-earth, with naught by the sky as my coverlet, the hedgerow as my bed and a hedgehog for my pillow, with naught for company but this bird called Galadriel wot I found a-moolin’ and a-wogglin’ under a Mallorn Tree in Caras Galadhon.
GRUNTFUTTOCK THE WHITE: Not you again. And how do you propose to release Middle-earth from the tyranny of He Who Must Not Be Named?
RAMBLING SID RADAGAST: I shall sing at them.
KENNETH HUORN: Believe me, it usually clears the place. Those Calcium Ions will be back in their Intracellular Stores before you can say Elen sila lumenn’ omentielvo.
Read the whole thing here. Perhaps I should point out that Henry is a senior editor, biological sciences at Nature magazine, hence the gratuitous references to calcium ions and large hadron colliders.