They both knew there was something they should say to make matters better but neither could find the words.
"Maybe we could remain in a sexless marriage," she mouthed in a gesture of conciliation, "and you could occasionally get your needs met by other women."
"It's over," he gasped.
"Don't you think we're being rather melodramatic and that even in 1962 a couple might get over a crap shag on their wedding night?" she cried.
"Of course, but if we don't split up, the whole book's pointless."