“‘I like a fine prospect, but not on picturesque principles. I do not like crooked, twisted, blasted trees. I admire them much more if they are tall, straight and flourishing. I do not like ruined, tattered cottages. I am not fond of nettles, or thistles, or heath blossoms. I have more pleasure in a snug farm-house than in a watch-tower and a troop of tidy, happy villagers please me better than the finest banditti in the world.’”

—Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility, 1811.