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14 dic 2012 · According to J. R. R. Tolkien’s son, Christopher, Hugo Dyson (1896-1975) had quite enough, thank you, even though the lesser-known Oxford don was considered the most fun-loving of the Inklings. As another newly-written passage of The Lord of the Rings was read aloud by its author, Dyson was “lying on the couch, and lolling and shouting and saying, ‘Oh f***, not another elf!’”
24 giu 2023 · Hugo Victor Dyson Dyson (7 April 1896 - 6 June 1975) was a fellow Inkling with J.R.R. Tolkien. He helped Tolkien persuade C.S. Lewis to (active) Christianity . He much preferred talk to readings at Inklings meetings and is remembered by Christopher Tolkien as "lying on the couch, and lolling and shouting and saying, 'Oh God, no more Elves'" during reading of The Lord of the Rings .
WHEN WROTE A BIOGRAPHICAL ARTICLE ON HUGO OYSON on the occasion of the centenary of his birth ("Hugo Dyson: Inkling, Teacher, Bon Vivant," published in Mythlore, vol. 21, no. 4 [#82, Winter 1997]), my primary interest was in addressing the paradoxes of Dyson's membership in and relationship to the Inklings.
17 gen 2020 · September 19, 1931 - the date of the famed Night Talk between C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien and Hugo Dyson - was a milestone for Lewis. It was the night that perhaps allowed him to make the final step toward giving up his long resistance to the Christian Faith. He became around this time (in his words) “the most dejected and reluctant convert ...
Henry Victor Dyson Dyson, aka H.V.D. Dyson, was commonly known as Hugo to the literary group called The Inklings that he along with C.S. Lewis and JRR Tolkien helped to form.
Jarduerak. Jarduerak. idazlea eta unibertsitateko irakaslea. Enplegatzailea (k) Oxfordeko Unibertsitatea. University of Reading (en) Mugimendua. Inklingsa. Henry Victor Dyson Dyson ( 1896ko apirilaren 7a – 1975eko ekainaren 6a ), Hugo Dyson bezala ezagututa, Inklings taldeko partaidea eta Ingelesaren ikertzailea izan zen.
You can hear the donnish mumbles of J. R. R. Tolkien as the slow coils of The Silmarillion glint and shift in his back-brain. Now he’s reading aloud from an interminable marmalade-stained manuscript, and his fellow academic Hugo Dyson, prone on the couch, is heckling him: “Oh God, not another fucking elf!”.
