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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Marriage by Anne Roiphe (a novel)

 

Just very few amount of words that I have highlighted while reading Marriage

The conservatives think our failure to keep people in marriages, to get them married in the first place, is a sign of our moral corruption. The liberals think it is a sign of our brutal and uncaring economic system. I am not convincd that we were morally finer when women married still int heir teens and suffered in bad marriages for all their lives. I am not sure that children were raised better when prejudice against homosexuals was so strong that people hid in closets. pg 23


We marry because despite so many pieces of evidence to the contrary we still hope beyond hope that our lives can hold a soulmate, a friend who is both erotic partner and companion, who will stand with us as bulwark against the tides of disaster, the erosion of time. The persistence of that hope in the face of modern evidence is remarkable and perhaps a sign that despite the great evils done by man to woman, women to man, we do have souls that yearn for better things. pg 12


One day I was walking on Riverside Drive along the park and on the cobblestones I saw a piegon lying dead, its grey feathers flattened and dulled blowing in the slight breeze. Around the pigeon I saw a second pigeon moving in frantic circles; every few steps it would stop and peck at the dead pigeon as if it were trying to raise the dead. As I watched the circles got faster and faster and the distress of the surviving pigeons was obvious. it was a horrible sight. There is no way to offer comfort to a pigeon who has lost its mate. The trees by the park are old and very tall and across the stone wall I could see the river moving toward the harbor and the high-rise apartment buildings of New Jersey. On the river a long garbage barge was moving slowly toward the Jersey side. Nothing in the near universe as far as the eye could see cared abou the death of this pigeon except the other pigeon, its mage. If this much feeling is a mere pigeon’s portion think what we human begins have to gain and lose in marriage. pg 28
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