Enough is perfect when it is enough – nothing more, nothing less. In itself alone lies its sufficiency. So sure is it of its adequacy, it requires no affirmation of such to establish its integrity. Its charm lies in its simplicity, its eccentricity, its idiosyncrasy. As it is not endeavouring to be something that it is not, it excels in being itself. It is as it appears. It appears as it is. To regard anything as simple is to find sublime comfort in its absence of pretence.