Wedding Ring Man Tungsten?
Q: I'm a man, Fleischman. We are born with an image of woman imprinted on our
psyches. We spend our whole lives searching for the embodiment of that female
archetype. And there she sits! In the flesh! You tell me what man could
resist the fantasy of having her as his wife?
A:What are man and woman if not members of two very different and warring
tribes? Yet decade after decade, century after century, they attempt in
marriage to reconcile and forge a union. Why? I don't know. Biological
imperative? Divine law? Or just a desire to connect to that mysterious
other? In any case, it's always struck me as a hopeful thing.
(Bernard on marriage)
Where are your shoes?
You think I didn't try?! It was torture for me!
(Joel and Adam before the wedding)
You must have suspected something. All the Christmas gifts my father sends.
Light bulbs, automobile parts, cutlery. What do they all have in common?
How should I know?
Tungsten. My father mines tungsten ore. He is tungsten ore. Where do you
think all the money for the trips come from? China, Switzerland, Senegal?
You said that was from our frequent flier mileage!
And you believed me?
(Eve and Adam)
Marriage. It's a hard term to define. Especially for me--I've ducked it like
root canal. Still there's no denying the fact that marriage ranks right up
there with birth and death as one of the three biggies in the human safari.
It's the only one though that we'll celebrate with a conscious awareness.
Very few of you remember your arrival and even fewer of you will attend your
own funeral. You pick a society, any society, Zuni, Nudembo, Pennsylvania
Dutch. What's the one thing they all have in common? Marriage. It's like a
cultural hand-rail. It links folks to the past and guides them to the future.
That's not all though. Marriage is the union of disparate elements. Male and
female. Yin and yang. Proton and electron. What are we talking about here?
Nothing less than