His wife is a miracle. Any man would have wanted a wife like that, but he was lucky to get her. She could cook the world's best haggis and beet'n'garlic salad. She loved a clean house, but she never made him clean up. She never had a headache in bed. Her portrait should be placed in the encyclopedia opposite the word “ideal,” no cap! But every time he looked at her he recalled that a free person can't belong to anyone. He loved her as she was, even if she was fucking a stranger in the marital bed.