@letterror 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 the kind of smart, walkable, mixed-use urbanism that is illegal to build in Mordor, Harad, or Rhûn.
