Back when I was in film school, we learned that all American films musicals end in marriage or re-marriage. Even the chickenhawk situation in Willy Wonka. And the classicists taught us that comedies end in marriage, tragedies in death. I've just read Shakespeare's LLL in anticipation of attending New York Classical Theatre's Central Park production. It's a storm of wordplay, with perhaps more naughty bits deciphered in the footnotes than in any other of the dirty ol' Bard's plays, and there is no marriage at the end. Not a one. In fact, there's a one-year moratorium on the trio of relationships that all the characters agree to.
Meanwhile, I've finally gotten to Peter Matthiessan's The Snow Leopard. I'm in the high mountains with him now. It's all about the present.