Mary was a misfit.
She didn't want to be beautiful. And she wasted time doing mad things—like eating and sleeping.
The Beautiful People
By Charles Beaumont
MARY sat quietly and watched the handsome man's legs blown off; watched further as the great ship began to crumple and break into small pieces in the middle of the blazing night. She fidgeted slightly as the men and the parts of the men came floating dreamily through the wreckage out into the awful silence. And when the meteorite shower came upon the men, gouging holes through everything, tearing flesh and ripping bones, Mary closed her eyes.