One night as they lay lurking in the fireless dark, Túrin looked on his life, and it seemed to him that it might well be bettered.
The Children of Húrin
I just adore the dry understatement of this epiphany. Although I would deny charges of lurking, I too have looked on my life and decided it might well be bettered. Whether I then do anything that actually betters it is another matter—much like Tolkien’s doomed hero.
Fictitiously Yours 
[…] ‘It seemed to him’ […]
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