I cannot tell you what is wanting.

Imagine that you see a man handsome, well made, amiable, witty-in fact, perfect, according to your most severe judgment.

A woman comes in, sees him, looks at him, and goes away telling you that the man does not please her.

'But what fault do you find in him, madam ?' 'None, only he does not please me.' You look again at the man, you examine him a second time, and you find that, in order to give him a heavenly voice, he has been deprived of that which constitutes a man, and you are compelled to acknowledge that a spontaneous feeling has stood the woman in good stead." It was by that comparison that Crebillon explained to me a thing almost inexplicable, for taste and feeling alone can account for a thing which is subject to no rule whatever.
We spoke a great deal of Louis XIV., whom Crebillon had known well for fifteen years, and he related several very curious anecdotes which were generally unknown.

Amongst other things he assured me that the Siamese ambassadors were cheats paid by Madame de Maintenon.