I married an archaeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.
An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.