Whatever Works

—I married you for all the wrong reasons.
—What's that supposed to mean?
—You're brilliant. I wanted someone to talk to. You loved classical music, you loved art, you loved literature. You loved sex! You loved me!
—Those sound like pretty good reasons to me!
—Yes! Exactly! That's the problem! That's the problem! lt was rational, it made sense!
—I don't know what went wrong. When you examine it, there is so much right about us. On paper we're ideal. 
—But life isn't on paper.

—Let me teach you something about love. Okay? Naturally, there are exceptions to what I'm going to say, but they're the exception, not the rule. Love, despite what they tell you, does not conquer all. Nor does it even usually last. In the end, the romantic aspirations of our youth are reduced to whatever works. Okay?