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Why Wife-Selling Had Been Advantageous for Spouses

An economist explains just exactly how a commercial Revolution-era English training isn’t as awful as it seems (though it seems bad).

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 guys who have wives and don’t aim ‘em, should not get trip of ‘em since these gipsy fellows do their old horses. Why should not 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 full moment if anyone would purchase her!”

This can be followed closely by the inciting incident that commences Thomas Hardy’s The Mayor of Casterbridge. Into the work of fiction, this can be an remote aberration, a lapse in judgment due to hitting the rum-laced furmity—a near general of oatmeal, since unappetizing as that sounds.