[Dealing with the impertinence in her own fashion.] What would make you marry me? Don't say: Nothing on earth.
Trebell. [Speaking apparently of someone else.] A prolonged fit of idleness might make me marry ... a clever woman. But I've never been idle for more than a week. And I've never met a clever woman ... worth calling a woman.
Waste / A Tragedy, In Four Acts
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Harley Granville-Barker
