Two swallows hardly make a summer, nor even three. Perhaps it shouldn't even be surprising: we all know that there is a huge folklore about rich Americans girls marrying impecunious British aristos in Pareto-enhancing transactioins (recall: every marriage is a deal). But it does suggest that there may be more texture to the "special relationship" than we, or at least I, had supposed.
Afterthought: I suppose nobody ever did more to cultivate the myth of the "special relationship" than Prime Minister Harold Macmillan, whose mother was from Spencer, Indiana. Maybe four swallows really do make a summer.
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