"I used to think of marriage as a plate-glass window just begging for a brick. The self-exhibition, the self-satisfaction, smarminmess, tightness, tightarsedness. The way married couples go out in fours like a pantomime horse, the men walking together at the front, the women trailing a little way behind. The men fetching the gin and tonics from the bar while the women take their handbags to the toilet. It doesn't have to be like that but mostly it is."

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