Of All the Dreadful Things To Say...

... i am glad i don't know anyone mean enough to say this:

"how often have i wished that i possessed as little personal Beauty as you do; that my figure were as inelegant; my face as unlovely; and my Appearance as unpleasing as yours! but ah! what little chance is there of so desirable an Event; i have had the Small-pox, and must therefore submit to my unhappy fate." ("Lesley Castle" by Jane Austen, juvenalia [sp?])