Lucy's Wedding

So today's conversation in class brought up the topic of Lucy's marriage within the book. While for the majority of the time i thought that she was sure to wed Cecil, in hopes that maybe while she was changing he would change as well, that did not seem to be the way the story was going. On the other hand we have George, dreamy bad boy George. The guy that no mother wants her daughter to marry because he's beneath her status or is just not good enough. Yet, what makes another person capable of determining who's fit to marry someone else. Why is it that back long ago ( and even some cases today) society was the one to put dictates over a woman's life with regard to marriage? This is something that puzzles me, yet is all not to unfamilar for just a few months back I was found in a very imposed engagement which seemed like the adecuate choice to remedy all problems and secure an easy life. Well, relating with Lucy, I knew that there was more to me than a marriage and this man who didnt even know truely who i was. Heck, from time to time even I seem to still question if I know myself entirely. And I think this is where the root of this book lies. Lucy, her family her fiance all seem to know who she is, what she wants and whats good for her, yet finally she discovers through George that theres more to her than she even knows and thats the beauty of love. This is why she knows that he's the one for her and goes on to live her life with him in the end. Love, the unexpected passion that rushes through your veins and makes you feel queezy and excited. This should not just be the norm for finding love but for living life, everything should undoubtedly make you feel this way just so you know that you are truely living. Was it once said by Socrates that the unexamined life is not worth living?