“The lady of the castle showed us: these laces,
these dresses, these ribbons, these satin shoes;
These rings, these perfumes that make the ugly beautiful
and which would look so good on me all the more so on me.
What are you saying, my poor Théréson?
-What! am I not better than this bride,
Marquise but shady eye and deviated waist,
And shouldn’t we put, for good measure,
My fichus on her neck, her necklaces on mine?”
Louise Colet