Bernard Shaw | Getting Married By George

"You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for the gaoler, George," Charlotte remarked, her eyes twinkling behind her spectacles.

Charlotte laughed, pulling him toward the carriage. "Only five thousand, George? You’re getting soft in your old age." 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." "You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for

"I am merely contemplating the absurdity of the contract," Shaw retorted, his red beard bristling. "To promise to love, honor, and obey is a biological impossibility and a legal farce. One might as well promise to keep one’s hair the same color for fifty years." "And yet, here you are," she said. " Charlotte remarked