In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors.
In una caverna sotterranea viveva uno hobbit. Non era una caverna brutta, sporca, umida, piena di resti di vermi e di trasudo fetido, e neanche una caverna arida, spoglia, sabbiosa, con dentro niente per sedersi o da mangiare: era una caverna hobbit, cioè comodissima. Aveva una porta perfettamente rotonda come un oblò, dipinta di verde, con un lucido pomello d'ottone proprio nel mezzo. La porta si apriva su un ingresso a forma di tubo, come un tunnel: un tunnel molto confortevole, senza fumo, con pareti foderate di legno e pavimento di piastrelle ricoperto di tappeti, fornito di sedie lucidate, e di un gran numero di attaccapanni per cappelli e cappotti: lo hobbit amava molto ricevere visite.
[incipit]
His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.
(Chapter 12)
Victory after all, I suppose! Well, it seems a very gloomy business.
Bilbo
(Chapter 18)
The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien
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