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Jul. 12th, 2008 07:19 pmWas wandering round the second hand bookshops in town today, when I came across a little book of "Readings for your Wedding" (in English).
I think they'd been chosen, in many cases, by googling 'Love', because the section suggested for 'highlighting the spiritual aspect of your marriage' started off with a bit of Dante (on the beatific vision), before to proceeding to Walt Whitman (fair enough in one sense, but it's obviously queer and the book was published pre-civil partnerships), then to 'The Good Morrow' (OK, it's about the start of a relationship you mean to be permanent and important - but it's also about waking up after your first night together, and regardless of my love for Donne, and regardless of whether or not I might have slept with my hypothetical husband before marriage, I do not want it read in a situation where assembled hordes of elderly relatives are gathered, and I don't suppose they'd particularly want to contemplate my sex life either), before (passing over the usual suspects from the Prophet) concluding, crashingly, with Herbert's "Love bade me welcome."
Wrong sacrament, guys.
I think they'd been chosen, in many cases, by googling 'Love', because the section suggested for 'highlighting the spiritual aspect of your marriage' started off with a bit of Dante (on the beatific vision), before to proceeding to Walt Whitman (fair enough in one sense, but it's obviously queer and the book was published pre-civil partnerships), then to 'The Good Morrow' (OK, it's about the start of a relationship you mean to be permanent and important - but it's also about waking up after your first night together, and regardless of my love for Donne, and regardless of whether or not I might have slept with my hypothetical husband before marriage, I do not want it read in a situation where assembled hordes of elderly relatives are gathered, and I don't suppose they'd particularly want to contemplate my sex life either), before (passing over the usual suspects from the Prophet) concluding, crashingly, with Herbert's "Love bade me welcome."
Wrong sacrament, guys.
