Indubitably

I actually spelled that right on the first try.
Last night, a conversation was going in my head. Something about beautiful eyes.
That made me wonder if my own eyes were beautiful.
That made me remember that time when I said that my "Irish eyes are always smiling."
That made me think of how I really am part Scotch-Irish.
But only slightly.
That made me remember the phrase "faint Fallohidish strain" from the prologue of The Fellowship of the Ring.
Which refers to hobbits.
Which made me think that hobbits place much importance on geneology.
Which made me think that Bilbo's Took ancestry pushed him out the door.
Which made me remember that he met Gandalf, and didn't want to go, but went anyway.
That made me think of how Luke met Obi-wan and didn't want to go, but ended up going anyway.
That led to the garbage-smashing scene.
Listen to them, R2, they're dying...