The majority of us are unfortunately situated toward the world, as regards personal appearance.

Many could pass for great if their physical proportions were less mean.

There are thousands of worthy and virtuous young men who never receive their due in social life because they have red hair or stand four-feet-six high, or happen to be the victim of an inefficient dentist.

The world, it would seem, does not want virtue or solid worth.

It prefers appearance to either.
Albert de Chantonnay would, for instance, have carried twice the weight in Royalist councils if his neck had been thicker.
He nodded to the Abbe.
"I received your message," he said, in the curt manner of the man whose life is in his hand, or is understood, in French theatrical circles, to be thus uncomfortably situated.