"As we were settling in, my husband looked up and remarked on the cathedral ceiling. The ceiling, which was two stories high, was flat and therefore - to my mind - not cathedral. I suggested that cathedral ceilings had angles and vaults. He disagreed: It was height that mattered. I countered hotly, embarrassed by my husband's denseness in the company of others. Had anyone there ever seen a cathedral with a flat ceiling? We finally requested an encyclopedia. Our hosts smiled nervously. We weren't invited back. And three years later, we weren't married, either."
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