“Take care! I don’t care. Don’t you worry about me! I am as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great deal. But the time has come. I am being swept off my feet at last,” [Bilbo] added, and then in a low voice, as if to himself, he sang softly in the dark…
–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
I love that line, and think of it often: “The time has come, I’m being swept off my feet at last.” It almost sounds like Virginia Woolf.
Once, I fainted very slowly, and I remember the curious feeling of having my body utterly take control of itself, and being helpless to direct my actions consciously. It was oddly pleasurable — that feeling of being swept off my feet.
Now I want to go re-read The Lord of the Rings books.