I feel like there ought to be more to say about Busman’s Honeymoon than 1) it’s very well done and 2) see Gaudy Night for the ways in which it’s well done, except that this time the focus is on marriage, but I’m very tired and don’t seem to be able to think of much else.
Oh, except that there’s some fine poetry quoted in it that I would not otherwise have found.
Love? Do I love? I walk
Within the brilliance of another’s thought,
As in a glory. I was dark before,
As in Venus’ chapel in the black of night:
But there was something holy in the darkness,
Softer and not so thick as other where;
And as rich moonlight may be to the blind,
Unconsciously consoling. Then love came,
Like the out-bursting of a trodden star.
—Thomas Lovell Beddoes, The Second Brother
I have no idea who Beddoes is, but I like that. “Within the brilliance of another’s thought.”