Not all of us are impressed whatever the current standards of totally-cool-looking are. Some people prefer folks who are intelligent, witty, and generally fun to be with; looks and number of toes are irrelevant. I once quoted Shakespeare to a lady of my acquaintance:
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damasked, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
So it was in the Kennedys’ Georgetown residence, then in the White House. A very well-hung portrait, I must say. Since nobody else has said it yet.