J.R.R. Tolkien – The Return of the King (1955)

At each turn of the road there were great standing stones that had been carved in the likeness of men, huge and clumsy-limbed, squatting cross-legged with their stumpy arms folded on fat bellies. Some in the wearing of the years had lost all features save the dark holes of their eyes that still stared sadly at the passers-by.

(the Pukel-men sound just like sad Buddhas)

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