He didn't ask himself if she was beautiful, because the

He didn't ask himself if she was beautiful, because the physical effect of her presence made the question insignificant.

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In the novel "Birdsong" by Sebastian Faulks, the protagonist experiences a deep emotional response to a woman's presence that transcends superficial evaluations of beauty. His connection with her is so profound that the question of her physical beauty becomes trivial and irrelevant. This reflects a common theme in literature where emotional and spiritual connections overshadow physical appearances.

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