A high price has to be paid for the happy marriage with the four healthy children in the large white gardened house.
And they were paying it, willingly, knowing what they were doing. When they lay side by side or breast to breast in the big civilised bedroom overlooking the wild sullied river, they laughed, often, for no particular reason; but they knew it was really because two small people, Susan and Matthew, supporting such an edifice on their intelligent love. The laugh comforted them, it saved them both, though from what, they did not know.
— “To Room Nineteen,” Doris Lessing
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