He was moved by his redhead's meager, shabby wardrobe and he saw the plainness of her clothes as part of her charm (the charm of simplicity and poverty), as well as the charm of his own love. He told himself that it was not too difficult to love somebody sophisticated, lovely, elegantly dressed: such a love was a meaningless reflex automatically stimulated by the accident of beauty. But a great love seeks to create a beloved out of an imperfect creature, a creature all the more human for her imperfections.