and doctoring and domestic science and literature and banking and window-dressing—even with all of this, I wonder if we don't lack something in American life when you consider that you almost never see an American married couple that really like each other and like to be with each other?
I wonder. But I guess it's too much for me. I just don't understand—
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But I'm getting away from my subject. To return to Mame:
Aside from her apparently not wanting me to be anything whatsomever around the house except the guy that pays the bills and carves the duck and fixes the furnace and drives her car out of the garage so she can go off to a hen bridge-party, here lately we've got into kind of a bad way of quarreling.
Well, here's an example:
We used to have dogs for quite a while after we were married, and I always did like to have a
