Marry in Haste and watch Love Dissolve into Waste.

You are a circular reasoned and I am a cynic, but you are worse. Marriage kills love, do me a favour, look around at all the loving happy couples, count them, see how many you come across, how many once you get past the Duke and Duchess, its slim pickings aint it.? Pat kiss the girl, caress her, stick it right up in her, but for chrisssake do me a favour and wait for a year, why kill your talent. You will sap yourself with worry and probably die with a hard on – in the streets other women will tantalize you, and your conscience will wrestle till you choke. If a year elapses and the urge remains then go ahead- hang yourself, is a year too much to ask? Things come and go, you are going to stick plugs in either end of life- let it flow, wait and accept: learn to pull the hand away, don’t clutch- What is marriage, a prissy form of greed, a terrible disgusting ambitiousness. Take the shape, the world gives you.