A socialist, a writer and Led Zeppelin walk into a pub What happens when you're innocently minding your business and sipping a ginger beer in a pub, where Tolkien use to go? Probably nothing. Or maybe bizarre, illogical connections start pouring out of your imagination. And they're so arrogant, they claim their epiphanies make perfectly sense. "The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born".  "All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." They insist that, in times of change, when heroes face challenges and temptations down to the bottom of the abyss, exactly during this process, they don't look like heroes, don't eve...