Drearily we stumble along, stumble along, stumble along...
As Tolkien himself says here, "The next stage of their journey was much the same as the last" (p. 611). Sam continues to suspect Gollum/Smeagol of ulterior motives, and to help Frodo by "supporting him if he stumbled, and trying to encourage him with clumsy words" (p. 617). Everything is ugly and horrible and ghastly. And that's all I have to say about that.
"Day is near," he whispered, as if Day was something that might overhear him and spring on him (p. 607).
Dead grasses and rotting reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of long-forgotten summers (p. 612).
Possible Discussion Questions:
What do you think the lights above the dead things in the marsh signify or represent or mean or whatever?