In my line of work, I've seen all kinds of women. Some beautiful. Some
ugly. Some just plain in between. And—being neither senile nor a man
with aspirations to sainthood—whenever the opportunity presented itself
(with or without my encouragement), I bedded the beautiful ones
(although sometimes they bedded me), passed on the ugly ones altogether
(not being a greedy man), but allowed myself discourse with the in-betweeners
on a fairly regular basis, not being one to look the other way
when such things as discourse and other entertainments are freely
offered. So the in-betweeners made out all right, too.