I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to

J.r.r. Tolkien
I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the...
I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the...
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People who are old talk to themselves. They choose the wisest person present to speak to. Even if no one else is listening, they will open their mind and try to convince themselves that they are right. They do it because they are not sure of themselves.

Source: The Two Towers

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