May God bless you my dear John Ronald and may you say things I have tried to say long after I am not there to say them if such be my lot.” – Yours ever, G.B.S.
De leschte Bréif vum Smith hält op mat de bewegenden Zeilen: »May God bless you, my dear John Ronald, and may you say the things I have tried to say long after I am not there to say them, if such be my lot.« Fir den Tolkien ginn si zum Vermiechtnes.