"The worst of Bath was the number of its plain women. He did not mean to say that there were no pretty women, but the number of the plain was out of all proportion. He had frequently observed, as he walked, that one handsome face would be followed by thirty, or five-and-thirty frights; and once, as he had stood in a shop on Bond Street, he had counted eighty-seven women go by, one after another, without there being a tolerable face among them. It had been a frosty morning, to be sure, a sharp frost, which hardly one woman in a thousand could stand the test of. But still, there certainly were a dreadful multitude of ugly women in Bath; and as for the men! they were infinitely worse. Such scarecrows as the streets were full of!" -- Jane Austen's Persuasion (Chapter 15)
I very much doubt I would have made Sir Walter's cut this morning as I hauled the recycle bin out to the end of the driveway in the frosty 20 degree morning air. But Jane has managed to bring a smile to my face, even in the middle of mundane chores.