Mothers begin planning weddings before finishing nursing. They love to re-work the ancestry wedding dress, and it takes years to compile the wedding invitation list. Pain picks up for fathers each time they run to and from the bank.
Churches play two ceremonial songs for fathers — his daughter’s bride song and his funeral dirge. The mother sits there beaming, watching the father walk down the aisle [maybe at his funeral, too] ferociously holding on to his daughter, appearing as if he’ll walk her right on out the back door.
One pretty girl I took out years ago had eight sisters. Her poor father didn’t know what to do, nor did I, so I took her back to him. That was not it. I was not ready. How do you know when you’re ready? You don’t, so we guess.
The history of the world is about love stories. Wars are second. Adam and Eve were the first, and what a mess that was. Two-hundred years ago, the Bennet family in England had five daughters, and what a love story that was. Jane Austen, who never married, wrote a novel about this family. “Pride and Prejudice” is one of the most popular books ever written. In commemoration, Jane Austen websites, clubs and parties have sprung up all over the world.
There is no violence in the book and the sexiest line is, “He affectionately kissed her hand gallantly.” The book is about courtship, love and marriage, and the eternal pursuit thereof. The first line sets the stage: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of good fortune must be in want of a wife.” It is also a truth universally acknowledged today that a man without good fortune wants a stacked woman with a rich father.