in the glass beside the sink
Having come across the above snippet in an old notebook, I was reminded of a definition of true love.
I couldn’t quite remember it, though, and it’s taken me nearly an hour to track it down; it wasn’t Shaw, as I had thought, but Somerset Maugham, in The Constant Wife.
Maugham’s works are presumably still in copyright, so not so easy to find on-line, and although I have the complete short stories and a couple of novels, I don’t have the plays. Finally, though, I have found the piece I was looking for.
The dialogue is between Constance and her mother, Mrs Culver:
Mrs C.: Are you in love with Bernard?
C.: To tell you the truth I haven’t quite made up my mind. How does one know if one’s in love?
Mrs C.: My dear, I only know one test. Could you use his toothbrush?
Mrs C.: Then you’re not in love with him.