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Portrait of George Bernard Shaw George Bernard Shaw Love Among the Artists — Book I, Chapter XIII (1881)

Mary, much puzzled, put on her spectacles, and tried to find from his expression whether he was serious or joking. Failing, she laughed, and said, "I don't believe you ever gave the matter a thought."
"Just so. I am a privileged mortal, without heart or pockets. When you wake up and clap your hands after the coda of Mr Jack's symphony, you have ministered to all his wants, and can keep the rest to yourself, love, money, and all."
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Portrait of George Bernard Shaw George Bernard Shaw Love Among the Artists — Book I, Chapter XIII (1881)

Mary blanched, and looked at him in terror. "You are accustomed to my ardent temper; but I do not intend that you shall suffer from bad habits of mine, engendered by a life of solitude and the long deferring of my access, through my music, to my fellow creatures. No: I am aware of my failings, and shall correct them. You know my position; and so I shall make no boast of it. You may think me incapable of tenderness,but I am not: you will never have to complain that your husband does not love you." He paused and looked at Mary's face.
She had never had a thought of marrying Jack.
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Portrait of George Bernard Shaw George Bernard Shaw Love Among the Artists — Book I, Chapter XIII (1881)

Music is its own reward. Composers are not human: they can live on diminished sevenths; and be contented with a pianoforte for a wife, and a string quartette for a family. Come," he added boisterously, "enough of grumbling. When I took to composing, I knew I was bringing my pigs to a bad market. But don't pretend to believe that a composer can satisfy either his appetite or his affections with music any more than a butcher or a baker can.
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