Because there’s never been anyone better
“Imprudent marriages!” roared Michael. “And pray where in earth or heaven are there any prudent marriages? Might as well talk about prudent suicides. You and I have dawdled round each other long enough, and are we any safer than Smith and Mary Gray who met last night? You never know a husband till you marry him. Unhappy! of course you’ll be unhappy! Who the devil are you that you shouldn’t be unhappy, like the mother that bore you? Disappointed! Of course we’ll be disappointed! I, for one, don’t expect till I die to be so good a man as I am at this minute, for just now I’m fifty thousand feet high, a tower with all the trumpets shouting.”
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April 30th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
Never anyone. If I had only “The Thing” (not the book) to thank him for, the debt would be enormous.
May 3rd, 2009 at 8:24 pm
ahh, chesterton’s manalive. good stuff.