There was one man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatter-brained woman, sacrificing everything in his life for her – friends, work, even respectability – only to acknowledge one evening that he had never loved her. He was bored, that’s all, bored, like most people; so he created from scratch a life of complications and drama for himself. Something’s got to happen – that’s the explanation for most human undertakings. Something’s got to happen, even if it’s slavery without love, or war, or death. So long live funerals!
