there is nothing more vexing, for instance, than to be rich, of respectable family, of decent appearance, of rather good education, not stupid, even kind, and at the same time to have no talent, no particularity, no oddity even, not a single idea of one’s own, to be decidedly “like everybody else.”
I am another opinion etirely. I think there is a certain beauty in that, if the exterior ordinarity is accompanied with interior excelence.
