An economist describes exactly just how a commercial Revolution-era English practice is not as bad though it sounds bad) as it sounds (even.
A man at the fair in Casterbridge spouts off, saying after a few too many rum-soaked basins of furmity
“For my component, we don’t realise why males who ‘ve got wives and want that is don’t, shouldn’t get trip of ‘em since these gipsy fellows do their old horses. Why shouldn’t they place ‘em up and offer ‘em at auction to males that are looking for such articles? Hey? Why, begad, I’d sell mine this moment if anyone would purchase her!”
This really is followed closely by the inciting incident that begins Thomas Hardy’s The Mayor of Casterbridge. This is an isolated aberration, a lapse in judgment brought on by hitting the rum-laced furmity—a close relative of oatmeal, as unappetizing as that sounds in the work of fiction. Continúa leyendo Why Wife-Selling Was Advantageous for Spouses