A glance, then, at this central poem in the pediment, a triumph of 112 lines, necessarily about the impossibility of choosing. . . . Yet the prospect of withholding himself from the common fate is just as painful for Corso as the doom of conformity, and the whole of his poetic career is summed up in the terrors of the poem's final strophes.... And "Marriage" closes with the apocalyptic consolation of an ultimate energy milked from the universe as the poet milks his own from himself--it is the final mythological comfort of choosing nothing but experience, or Everything.... (82)