If another woman—say, Beatrix Hathaway—and Prudence Mercer were to exchange appearances, and all that you esteemed in Prudence was transferred to Beatrix … would you want Beatrix?” “Good God, no.” “Why not?” she asked indignantly. “Because I know Beatrix Hathaway, and she’s nothing like Pru.” “You do not know Beatrix. You haven’t spent nearly enough time with her.”
