CHAPTER FIVE
Incline thine ear, O, my Daughter! For this is the Song of the Bride, which containeth all the law and the “profits” of Matrimony.
I thank thee, O, my Beloved; for thou hast chosen me out of the multitude of women that were after thee.
Thou hast delivered me from spinsterhood and led me into the House of Bondage.
Thy brand is upon me!
I am thy Chattel.
Thy wishes shall be my wishes, thy tastes my tastes, and thy politics my politics.
I shall have no personal opinions before thine and no other thought before thee. Only my tooth brush shall remain of all mine individuality.
For lo, I have said in my heart, “Couldst thou love this man in a shop-made suit and a polka dot tie? Couldst thou love him though he lost his front hair? Couldst thou love him without a collar?”