Chapter 17: Leslie on "Marriage"

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​⁠She'd said, "Supposing the moon did fall into your lap, Taffy? Suppose that young Cloud-Dweller of yours did (a) take you flying, and (b) propose to you?" and she'd recited solemnly:

"Somewhere I've read that the gods, waxing wroth at our mad importunity,

Hurl us our boon and it falls with the weight of a curse at our feet;

Perilous thing to intrude on their lofty Olympian immunity!

'Take it and die,'