“You only get married the first time once.” There was the philosophy of a generation wrapped up in a tidy little sentence”
“A girl only gets married once, after all. Only once for the first time, that is.”
“We were once getting married. And I have loved you all this time- a century and a half. -Jem”
“Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.”
“Typical! I break my neck trying to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!”
“This is newness: every little tawdryObstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only youDon't know what to make of the sudden slippiness,The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant.There's no getting up it by the words you know.No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe.We have only come to look. You are too newTo want the world in a glass hat.”