just finished outside the ordinary world, a book about marriage, infidelity and costs. it was prosaically real, a bit like reading a manual that dryly, frankly lays out the truth about marriage- how marriage really isn’t a climax to the excitement and anticipation, and if anything the excitement and anticipation dies at the birth of marriage. one gets consistency and commitment from marriage, not adrenaline and heightened expectation. to marry for the latter would be to enter into a life of boredom and dissatisfaction. get stabbed and die, romantic fantasies.