Chesterton said being limited to one woman was small price to pay for seeing even one of them ... alone. The Talmud says if someone saves even one man, we save the world entire.
In one woman is the world.
Not always a good thing.
A starting, not an ending.
We don’t save her — and contra the Manic Pixie Dream Girl, they don’t save us — but many other things are, as the old Prego commercials put it, in there.
Not everything.
Rocky Balboa explained, in his way, to Paulie that he and Adrian, for one another, ‘fill gaps’ … each does for the other.
We each do for the other.
Sometimes for the Other.
This is about women. Specifically woman, specifically a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman, and a dark man regarding them, mostly badly.
Failure.
Failure not to launch but to ... well, many things.
One in particular.
For one in particular.
Chesterton was — literally literally — lost without his wife Frances, nee Blogg, and once sent her a telegram: ‘Am in Market Harborough. Where should I be?’
It’s hair and eyes and face but not hair and eyes and face as such. As something.
And hey OK: blondes are swell.
Some guys like that sorta thing.