Marriage was elusive to the young man. Aged some 30 summers, he began to feel as though life was passing him by and that drastic steps were in order.
"Every girl I bring to meet my parents, my mother doesn't like," he said to an old college buddy. "They're either too tall or too short, too loud or too quiet, too smart or too dumb, too fat or too thin. I just can't find one that pleases her."
His friend, a philosophy major, advised him solemnly:
"Just keep looking. Eventually you'll find one that's exactly like your mother. She can't find fault with her."
And so the search began. A few months later the fellow called his friend and offered an update:
"I did what you suggested," said he. "I looked everywhere, and finally I found a girl that looks just like my mother. Same height, same
weight, same personality, even the same wit. She was exactly like my mother."
"What happened?"
"My father hated her ..."
---------------A Final Thought ...
"He followed in his father’s footsteps, but his gait was somewhat erratic."
- Nicolas Bentley (1907–78), British artist, author