Well, the play Pygmalion was basically the non-musical version of My Fair Lady, but the story of Pygmalion is as follows: Pygmlion was an Ancient Greek, and a cranky fucker at that. He hated women, well, maybe he didn't HATE them, he just found them to be pretty ridiculous. he could find fault with any woman you put in front of him, no matter what her virtues. As it turns out, this guy was also a sculptor. So one day, he starts a new project. As he's carving, his work begins to take the shape of a woman. So he goes with it. When he's finished, he has created the perfect woman...for Pygmalion. He falls madly in love with his own work and names her Galatea. He goes to pay homage to Aphrodite, and begs her to make his creation real. So she does, and they live happily ever after. Until she decides she has a mind of her own and is NOT in love with Pygmalion. Then she leaves him heart broken. However, it is that strength and lack of silliness with which he endowed her that makes him love her most. ironic.