In the end, I've found that it doesn't really matter who you marry. If you like them at the beginning, you probably won't like them at the end. And if you start off hating them, there's always the chance you'll end up thinking they're all right.
The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction... The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. That is the hyperreal.
