PRECIS
We call anything beautiful that gives us pleasure, and that depends as much upon ourselves as upon what is outside us. Perhaps the majority of people find the sea beautiful when it is blue. If someone has lived in Italy as a child and has to live beside the grey northern seas when he is grown up, he will think that the grey seas are ugly: and that nothing can be so beautiful as the blue Mediterranean. But suppose a Scottsman who loves Scottland has to go and live in Italy. He might find the blue sea after a little while very uninteresting. Only when he went home and saw the grey sea again would he find the sea beautiful.
We are made in different ways, and grey may be just as beautiful as blue, just as the cry of a baby may be found sweeter in someone’s ears than the finest note of the finest singer that ever lived. Nothing is beautiful or ugly in itself, but thinking makes it so.
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