The ceremony was brisk. Shaw, true to form, attempted to interrupt the proceedings twice—once to question the phrasing of "lawful impediment" and again to suggest that the room’s ventilation was a crime against public health.
The morning of his wedding, George Bernard Shaw did not look like a man about to enter the "monstrous engine" of matrimony. Instead, he looked like a man who had misplaced a very important pamphlet on Fabianism. Getting Married by George Bernard Shaw
"Well, Mr. Shaw? Do you feel like a changed man? A pillar of the establishment?" The ceremony was brisk
Charlotte laughed, pulling him toward the carriage. "Only five thousand, George? You’re getting soft in your old age." Instead, he looked like a man who had
When it came time for the rings, Shaw fumbled. "A gold hoop," he muttered. "The smallest handcuff ever forged by man."
"You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for the gaoler, George," Charlotte remarked, her eyes twinkling behind her spectacles.