harry potter and the thousand natural shocks

Phone line problems again. Grr. Since I've been offline against my will, I of course turned to MegaHAL for solace. (Actually I spent too much of the day sleeping, but we can pretend otherwise for the sake of this entry.) Anyway, let's say that HAL and I had a conversation including this snippet:


So, HAL, I haven't gotten around to reading the last couple of Harry Potter books yet, but I have heard a few complaints about them. Tell me: What do you think of what J.K. Rowling did with her series in the end?

The way she came, and no destinies determined--

then moved my fingers on these scattered manuscripts of snow.
e'en coldest snow i dreamed,
and now she goes her callous way
makes moist once more that glad time when any illness is chronic,
and this is due to obscuring cataracts
causing loss of sight; i can't help growing older.
year after year spring can't help but remark
her belly and below, the zone i'd
like a woodwind song of harvest is over
he-who-must-not-be-named. Harry potter survived, and
their catering care,
we eat plums, listen to meadowlarks
though pyramids decay
like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves
grow sparse in their leader.
it's fine in man is found,
a bell rang somewhere deep among the others
all afternoon, hear it now, but already falling away,
a tidal thunder of the moon.

Wait, HAL... are you saying that you wrote on the manuscripts, while this Rowling person gets all the glory??

And, um, since when do you have fingers, anyway?