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I think there are two kinds of marriage,” Ethel said thoughtfully. “One is a comfortable partnership, where two people share the same hopes and fears, raise children as a team, and give each other comfort and help.” She was talking about herself and Bernie, Daisy realized. “The other is a wild passion, madness and joy and sex, possibly with someone completely unsuitable, maybe someone you don’t admire or don’t even really like.” She was thinking about her affair with Fitz, Daisy felt sure. She held her breath: she knew Ethel was now telling her the raw truth. “I’ve been lucky. I’ve had both,” Ethel said. “And here’s my advice to you. If you get the chance of the mad kind of love, grab it with both hands, and to hell with the consequences.
