Anything just so we could have a little more freedom instead of being tied to one another the way we are. Never a moment when we're not together, never a day when I'm not interviewed by special article writers from almost every paper and magazine in the country, as the only successful exponent of the theory that love can be so perfect that the marriage contract degrades it. I put it to you, Margaret, if this is a free union it is simply intolerable! Are we any better off, with everybody treating us as though we were living together to prove a principle? Damn the later Greeks! Why do you always throw those confounded later Greeks in my face? We've got to look at it from our standpoint. This situation must come to an end. It rests with you. You can compromise yourself with somebody publicly. That'll put an end to everything. It'll break down the morally sanctified atmosphere in which we're living. Then perhaps, people will regard us as immoral and treat us like decent human beings again. If you believe in your own ideas, you must. It will be so easy for you. I should find it a bore. You, unless my memory fails me, would enjoy it. It's less exertion to imagine an affair of that sort, and the result would probably be more saleable. Besides I have no interest whatsoever in women, at least, in the women we know. What about Bob Lockwood? Exactly—no man ever really trusts his best friend. He'll probably compromise you without compunction. It's a matter of complete indifference to me.

Pendleton Monologue from Another Way Out

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