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and warmth become dispiritingly hard to find; social life starts to revolve
oppressively around couples; there’s no one left to call or hang out with. It’s
hardly surprising, then, if when we find someone halfway decent, we might cling.
In the old days, when people could (in theory) only have sex after they were
married, wise observers knew that some might be tempted to marry for the
wrong reasons—and so argued that the taboos around premarital sex should be
lifted to help the young make calmer, less impulse-driven choices.
But if that particular impediment to good judgment has been removed,
another kind of hunger seems to have taken its place. The longing for company
may be no less powerful or irresponsible in its effects than the sexual motive
once was. Spending fifty-two straight Sundays alone may play havoc with a
person’s prudence. Loneliness can provoke an unhelpful rush and repression of
doubt and ambivalence about a potential spouse. The success of any relationship
should be determined, not just by how happy a couple are to be together, but by
how worried each partner would be about not being in a relationship at all.
He proposes with such confidence and certainty because he believes himself to
be a really rather straightforward person to live alongside—another tricky
circumstantial result of having been on his own for a very long time. The single
state has a habit of promoting a mistaken self-image of normalcy. Rabih’s
tendency to tidy obsessively when he feels chaotic inside, his habit of using

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work to ward off his anxieties, the difficulty he has in articulating what’s on his
mind when he’s worried, his fury when he can’t find a favorite T-shirt—these
eccentricities are all neatly obscured so long as there is no one else around to see
him, let alone to create a mess, request that he come and eat his dinner, comment
skeptically on his habit of cleaning the TV remote control, or ask him to explain
what he’s fretting about. Without witnesses, he can operate under the benign
illusion that he may just, with the right person, prove no particular challenge to
be around.
A few centuries from now, the level of self-knowledge that our own age judges
necessary to get married might be thought puzzling if not outright barbaric. By
then, a standard, wholly nonjudgmental line of inquiry—appropriate even on a
first date—to which everyone would be expected to have a tolerant, good-
natured and nondefensive answer, would simply be: “So, in what ways are you
mad?”
Kirsten tells Rabih that as a teenager she was unhappy, felt unable to connect
with others, and went through a phase of self-harming. Scratching her arms until
they bled, she says, gave her the only relief she could find. Rabih feels moved by
her admission, but it goes further than that: he is positively drawn to Kirsten
because of her troubles. He identifies her as a suitable candidate for marriage
because he is instinctively suspicious of people for whom things have always
gone well. Around cheerful and sociable others he feels isolated and peculiar. He
dislikes carefree types with a vengeance. In the past he has described certain
women he has been out on dates with as “boring” when anyone else might more
generously and accurately have labeled them “healthy.” Taking trauma to be a
primary route to growth and depth, Rabih wants his own sadness to find an echo
in his partner’s character. He therefore doesn’t much mind, initially, that Kirsten
is sometimes withdrawn and hard to read, or that she tends to seem aloof and
defensive in the extreme after they’ve had an argument. He entertains a confused
wish to help her without, however, understanding that help can be a challenging
gift to deliver to those who are most in need of it. He interprets her damaged
aspects in the most obvious and most lyrical way: as a chance for him to play a
useful role.