These people are nature’s A minuses. One or two flaws deny them physical perfection. A gap between their top front teeth, chimpanzeesque ears, a big nose, small breasts, thinning hair, diminutive height, or—the possibilities are infinite. The anomaly explodes like a bomb among the otherwise impeccable features.
Aren’t these people at least as intriguing as Zac Efrons and Penelope Cruzes? They can’t coast through life on their looks, so they’re obliged to develop other components of themselves. Do they do so resentfully or gratefully? Or are they “sorry-grateful, regretful-happy?"
Their lot is not tragedy—that’s the Elephant Man’s—but rueful comedy.
Aren’t these people at least as intriguing as Zac Efrons and Penelope Cruzes? They can’t coast through life on their looks, so they’re obliged to develop other components of themselves. Do they do so resentfully or gratefully? Or are they “sorry-grateful, regretful-happy?"
Their lot is not tragedy—that’s the Elephant Man’s—but rueful comedy.