Best. Spam. Ever.

I just got a spam email from Beowulf Nicley. He tried to sell me some ciallis, then put this at the bottom of the email:

he monster, Thorin knew every passage and every turn. They climbed long
stairs, and turned and went down wide echoing ways, and turned again and
climbed yet more stairs, and yet more stairs again.
These were smooth, cut out of the living rock broad and lair; and up,
up, the dwarves went, and they met no sign of any living thing, only
furtive shadows that fled from the approach of their torches fluttering

That's right. A litterary masterpiece emailed me a section of another litterary masterpiece. Kudos, spammer. I salute you. But if I ever find out who you are, I'm going to kick your ass.