The sharp and biting tongue of Henry Higgins makes for an enjoyable read oddly enough because he seems merrily oblivious to the feelings of others. He proceeds to tell Colonel Pickering that he will raise 'this guttersnipe' to the status of a duchess, while the guttersnipe (Eliza) remains in hearing. The character of Alfred Doolitte is also rather brilliant with his humourous, honest and logical take on the realities of being poor and why being a member of the undeserving poor is better than being deserving which was never done justice in either the stage or movie versions of My Fair Lady. The epilogue by Bernard Shaw is striking in that it utterly rejects the notion of Eliza marrying Higgins (because he's not husband material) and he marries her off to Freddy, a decent and realistic enough choice. Wonderful dialogue, utterly marvelous.