Actually very lovely! Didn't realise that this was the premise of My Fair Lady, and started reading it with only some vague notion of the name Pygmalion, which as I recalled featured in some Greco-Roman tragedy. The title reference wasn't touched on until the last line: “Galatea never does quite like Pygmalion: his relation to her is too godlike to be altogether agreeable.” though that's roused all other sorts of memories, and I'll have to suitably satisfy those another time.

I have endless appreciation for Mrs Higgins and her general tastes in the arts (Morris and Burne Jones!); Higgins himself was a splendid character and comes across as an academic entirely devoted to his craft; the Colonel was a gentleman, and Eliza was written sharp as a tack. I am especially pleased she did not fall in love with either man on Wimpole Street (I really like how the power balance and how that would not foster romantic notions etc. was addressed) but gains enough of a happy ending regardless; though the premise of this class changing transformation was very idealistic / fantastical etc. the execution was not, and ultimately that made the book.

A marvellously entertaining play.