Getting Married By George Bernard Shaw Review

As they stepped back out onto the street, the London fog swirling around them, Charlotte took his arm.

"Here I am," he sighed. "A victim of my own exhaustion. I have worked myself into a state of physical collapse, and you, Charlotte, are the only person with the efficiency to see that I am properly buried or properly fed. Since I am not yet ready for the former, I suppose we must proceed with the latter via this legal ritual." Getting Married by George Bernard Shaw

When it came time for the rings, Shaw fumbled. "A gold hoop," he muttered. "The smallest handcuff ever forged by man." As they stepped back out onto the street,