Soon Carla Devade and Marc Devade will be together, and she will shout, and he will shout, and she will go to the bedroom and pick up a novel, any one of the many that are lying on her bedside table, and he will sit at his desk and try to write but fail.
Asking too-big-to-fail banks to write resolution plans in the event of their failure is like giving an obese eater a free pass to neighborhood buffets and demanding that he draft a diet plan in case he dies.