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."

"Well, Mr. Shaw? Do you feel like a changed man? A pillar of the establishment?" Getting Married by George Bernard Shaw

As they stepped back out onto the street, the London fog swirling around them, Charlotte took his arm. When it came time for the rings, Shaw fumbled

"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. Shaw fumbled. "A gold hoop