Too stupid to be sincere.
And hence profoundly, intentionally, and gratuitously disrespectful and insulting.
The mingled light and shadows gave it [the landscape - PV] an interest which naturally did not belong to it; and, like the effect of a veil flung over a plain woman, irritated our curiosity on a subject which had in itself nothing gratifying.
Our hero, Francis Osbaldistone, in Rob Roy, the first paragraph of chapter 28.
Is there any distance between our author and our hero, here?
I don't see it.