I like this quote from Belinda Rathbone’s memoir, The Guynd: A Scottish Journal. The recently released memoir chronicles the American Rathbone’s marriage to a Scottish laird and her subsequent life in a crumbling historic mansion. The marriage begins to parallel the decay of the Guynd (the name of the estate, rhymes with wind), leaving Rathbone to muse,
Marriage is like a house, I thought, staring up at a crack in the bedroom ceiling. It’s a shelter, first of all. And it needs to be kept in good repair. Signs of water seeping through the wall need to be investigated before the paint begins to flake off, a bare patch is exposed, the fabric begins to crack, and the job of fixing is too discouraging, too expensive, simply the last thing you can be bothered to do.
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Great quote and so true!
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