Pure fantasia as the fictional betrothal is, it illustrates how pseudoromantic and sentimental Bernard Shaw was at heart, in spite of his public pose...

[…] Adam vvas thus abſtracted from humane feculencies, and carryed above the perch and flight of the narrovv and dvvarfie proſpect of mortality; […]

German: How are things? Dutchman: Can't complain, how are things with you?

Sense and perception must necessarily proceed from some incorporeal substance within us.