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 comfort.
Chapter I, AN UNEXPECTED PARTY
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
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