"Behind them they heard the roar and rumble of Smaug's fury. He was breaking rocks to pieces, smashing wall and cliff with the lashings of his huge tail."— The Hobbit
We all have literary characters we identify with. Mine is Smaug. I wish that I could be an arrogant, fire breathing dragon that was entranced by riddles. In lieu of doing quantitative work, I could spend my days incinerating my enemies, devouring ponies, and staring at the Arkenstone. I too am haughty, smug, suffer from avarice, and have a sardonic sense of humor. At one point I believed that I was invincible. Don't you want to see my impenetrable belly? I neglected to see the open heart scale, that was essentially beckoning for an arrow to find it. Like Smaug, I fell. But when I fell, I destroyed my equivalent of Esgaroth, (Lake-Town) and began the Battle of the Five Armies, from the seeds of discord I had planted in the heads of a burglar.
Does anyone else feel solidarity with a literary character?
"Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!"— The Hobbit