Two novels can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other involves orcs.
I think that rates a “Heh. Indeed.”
[Edited to remove what seemed to me a superfluous “of course” and some other excess verbiage.]