Happy Marriage; or, Praise of Folly [prose poem]

Of course I believe in God. The universe is too absurd. Nature would create a universe that made more sense, he said to her, a woman he imagines listens to him as he listens to himself, talking to himself to others in himself at once. She pretends badly that she is listening to him. He pretends (better than she does what she tries to pretend, mostly half-heartedly) that she is listening.


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