Look at her, sitting in some little "common room" at Wellsley, pontificating about some pseudo-intellectual buell. And those pants. Someone "lost" them in the laundry room, I'll bet. And those books on the bookshelf. Books-by-the-foot from The Strand, I'll bet.
There's a spot on those trousers near the center of the photgraph that will positively make you nauseous and cause you to lose your equilibrium if you gaze long enough. Try as you might you can't avoid staring.