William Dean Howells

William Dean Howells

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Portrait of William Dean Howells William Dean Howells A Hazard of New Fortunes — Part Fifth… (1890)

I believe that this popular demand for the matrimony of others comes from our novel-reading. We get to thinking that there is no other happiness or good-fortune in life except marriage; and it's offered in fiction as the highest premium for virtue, courage, beauty, learning, and saving human life. We all know it isn't. We know that in reality marriage is dog cheap, and anybody can have it for the asking--if he keeps asking enough people.
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Portrait of William Dean Howells William Dean Howells A Hazard of New Fortunes — Part Fifth… (1890)

What do you suppose he means by it, March?" he asked, bringing himself soberly up, of a sudden. "What is his little game? Or is he crazy? It don't seem like the Dryfoos of my previous acquaintance."
"I suppose," March suggested, "that he's got money enough, so that he don't care for this--"
"Pshaw! You're a poet! Don't you know that the more money that kind of man has got, the more he cares for money? It's some fancy of his--like having Lindau's funeral at his house--By Jings, March, I believe you're his fancy!"
"Oh, now! Don't you be a poet, Fulkerson!"
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