Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and guarded?
Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing,
when it was, like life itself,
a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent;
of mud and stars;
of earth and flowers;
of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt?
-Show Boat, 1926
