-I want to marry a girl,- I told them, -so I can rest my soul with her till we both get old. This cant go on all the time, all this franticness and jumping around. Weve got to go someplace, find something.- -Aw now, man,- said Dean, -Ive been digging you for years about the home and marriage and all those fine wonderful things about your soul.- It was a sad night; it was also a merry night.--