from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T.S. Eliot
Well, here am I, and for all my study I can see no means by which those who live in this benighted land can ever hope to fully oppose Sauron, as he is now known. How can Men, Dwarves, or even Elves hope to defeat him when he grows again in power, as he has learned to do? His strength grows with each one he has slaughtered to his benefit!
Only we who were created his equals could hope to oppose him. Dare I stretch out my hand to take up his own weapon and thus stop him?
I must!