How about one of the most beguiling and influential couples of the 20th century?

In most of the novels we read, characters are attributed an utterly implausible yet superficially beguiling clarity of mental functioning.

I supposed to like? Not what do I approve of, but what is it good to approve of? Not what do I find funny, but when should I laugh? When we watch them carefully, we may notice rapid almost arbitrary shifts in their views. They love this artist or jacket or political opinion, but in fact no, they prefer another one and then another. They are implicitly constantly calling out to a world which puzzles and terrifies them. Who should I be? What is it right to think? These poor souls tend to be the products of very particular sorts of childhood. When little, they will have faced environments in which their uniqueness was never a matter of concern to their self-absorbed caregivers. Mother or father were never able to push their needs aside for a time to drop to their level and ask, who is this extraordinary new member of the human race whom I have helped to create? What are their particular inclinations and loves and hates? What do they have to tell me? They were far too perturbed and fragile for such self-abnegation. They couldn't attune to the child and so the child could not, in turn, attune to themselves. For we can only find out what we think if, in the early days, someone was sufficiently patient to facilitate our own process of self-discovery, if someone didn't shout over us and say, don't be ridiculous when we ventured forth an opinion, or didn't use all the resources of adulthood to insist that their way was the only way. The self-less child will have had to cope with an egotist who simply coerced them to follow an already predetermined agenda. These are the books you need to think are amazing. The only way to be a good boy or girl is to win at this kind of sport or that school subject and later to be a banker or a vet and so on, all without in any way bothering to check in on how this might have felt to the small person biologically programmed to adore and revere them. From this was drawn a moral. Survival depends on compliance. The price of existing is the sacrifice of one's real identity. Self-less people can be deeply charming. Their manner can be exquisitely polite and mellifluous. They are built to work out what we like and to reflect it back to us. They aren't merely pretending to go along with what we think for a few minutes. They genuinely seek out our worldview and lose themselves in it. But these people also pose grave dangers. For no one forgoes their sense of self without storing up a significant degree of rage and dissatisfaction. Yet this can never emerge cleanly because the candid expression of their needs was never something that these selfless people were allowed to practice. The first we're liable to learn about a problem they have with us is when it's become unmanageable. We can be most at risk if we fall in love with these elusive, beguiling, shapeshifting people. At first, it's our tastes they want to understand. It's the books and places and foods we like that seem especially interesting to them. We can allow ourselves a dangerous moment of self-indulgence. We're made to feel marvellous and aren't suspicious enough to wonder why.

And so began the beguiling idea that there's a particular proportion that is the most beautiful to the human eye.

Because Denji's back and once again finds himself thrown into a fresh heap of trouble on account of his wandering libido, while an encounter with the beguiling Reze seems to bring a stroke of good luck to his romantic prospects, things take a rather explosive turn with the arrival of the Bomb Devil.

The beloved is beautiful or dashing, brilliant or beguiling, but there must always, according to the literary canon, be some substantial problem or another.

And then there's this quite beguiling, you know, swan around in a penny, looking amazing and apparently raising the perfect kids with the perfect husband.

And the first moment of the book is the story of Odysseus about to set sail past the sirens who want to lure him with this beguiling song to his death and tying himself to the mast to resist the urges.

But spruce groves are seductive and yellow nuts of gum beguiling.

The beguiling port of Marseille has always had its dark side.