Absolutely true, I thought. The worthiest opponent. Somebody with whom you can relentlessly wage a War on Truth and Love, a socko mate with whom to knock each other's blocks off, then pop them back on again. Someone who won't flee from the ring whining at the first taste of blood. Til death do you part.
Weddings make one want to get married.
It Is Obvious That We Should Be Married thing. There shouldn't be a shadow of doubt about it, because marriage is an ordeal of mythological proportions. A Circus of Need. I wish I was needed by somebody. It brought a tear of self-pity to my eye later, driving home, thinking that the only person who ever said they needed me was dead.