New Mountains to Climb

"You have had your joke, and alarmed or offended most of your relations, and given the whole Shire something to talk about for nine days, or ninety-nine more likely.  Are you going any further?"

"Yes, I am.  I feel I need a holiday.  a very long holiday, as I have told you before.  Probably a permanent holiday; I don't expect I shall return.  In fact, I don't mean to, and I have made all the arrangements."

"I am old, Gandalf.  I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts.  Well-preserved indeed!' he snorted. 'Why I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean:  like butter that has been scraped over too much bread.  That can't be right.  I need a change, or something."

"Gandalf looked curiously and closely at him. 'No, it does not seem right,' he said thoughtfully.  'No, after all I believe your plan is probably the best.'"

"'Well, I've made up my mind, anyway.  I want to see mountains again, Gandalf-mountains"