«Harry! You are a wizard!»
(followed by a burst of wild laughter soon disappearing thanks to the Doppler effect).
That's what someone screamed to me from a passing car while I was walking my bike on the way back home on a gloomy Oxfordshire evening.
The bike was fine, I had just forgotten my pocket lights and preferred not to risk to be driven over by a British lorry (what the rest of the Anglo-Saxon world calls truck).
But this is not the point.
I beg your pardon, should I take it as a compliment?
Is it about the fringe?
This is something new. And completely unexpected.
A misspent ten years time working on the Frodo character!