There is a great tendency in modern society, though, to suspect that there must be some intrapersonal balancing of scales; the ugly duckling who turns out not to be a swan after all but just ugly when he grows up must have some compensating gift, however hard to discern, or so people suppose.

This supposition is wrong. Things balance in stories because it's surprising, and stories need an element of surprise, but it would not be surprising if the gun introduced in the first act goes unfired in the last, or if the ugly hunchback whom everyone reviles turns out to be boring, dull, insipid, and ugly on the inside, as well.

"Life's as simple as it looks."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5238283&forum_id=2#45516327)

https://img.ifunny.co/images/0cd8940554b9766634f6d46805441db7da6619d50ad7d62fcb9223cb7896ffa0_1.jpg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5238283&forum_id=2#45538977)

of course, one can’t help but wonder whether the failure in such methods is less in their soundness and more in modernity’s frightfully haphazard blending of disparate genes, which overwhelms constitutional traits that were once inseparable from the stock in which they arose, just as a genetic group’s culture and customs reflect innate qualities and mental tendencies

(this poast sponsored by tamerlane tp)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5238283&forum_id=2#45538988)