Scholar Ross turned from Gloria to her parents. "Obviously," he said regretfully, "this proposed marriage between your daughter and Bertram Harrison is not going to culminate in a happy union."
"Did you expect it to?" asked Gloria.
"I had hopes. I can only propose a course of action. Were you willing to embark upon your prescribed program of corrective therapy, and so become a normally active and emotionally stable woman, then the marriage might work out very well indeed."
"It's all my fault, of course?"
"Yes. Of course. The decision was yours to make."
"And how about that lump of lard you've foisted off on me?"
"Bertram Harrison's willing retreat into total lethargy is, of course, his own decision. But it, too, is only another aspect of the usual case. The strong-willed personality makes its own way. The weak one follows."
"I see," sneered Gloria. "It's all my fault!"
"Of course it is," snapped Scholar Ross. "Were you willing to correct yourself, you'd also have been willing to correct Bertram since yours is the stronger personality."
"So what's the next move? Do I get to try another dolt?"