I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.
我不害怕站出来。每个人都来握住我的手。我们将一起走过这条路,穿过风暴。
In the wild, you have to trust your instincts. They are your best guide.