Thumbs up for Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. Play.
Reading a little Irish drama right now, because that totally substitutes for going to Ireland – ha, ha. Yes, I liked this play. The prose epilogue made me scratch my head – this is a play, so what good does the epilogue do? Isn’t it obvious that of course Eliza will marry Freddy, and of course they will struggle? A moment on Wikipedia shows that Shaw wrote the epilogue because some people did not in fact find it obvious, and changed the staging to make it look as if Eliza married Higgins. How anyone could continue to like or respect her if she did that is unexplained.
HIGGINS (becoming excited as the idea grows on him): What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come everyday. I shall make a duchess of this draggletailed guttersnipe.
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