"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Which is fun for the beholder; but what about the owner, the tenant?
Nicola wondered whether she'd ever had a minute's pleasure from it. Even at sixteen, when you're excitedly realizing noticing what you've got (and imagining it will last for ever), you're still noticing what you haven't got, and will never get.
Beauty's hand is ever at its lips, bidding adiew. Yes, but bidding adieu in the mirror. "
Martin Amis, "London Fields" (1989)
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