Jean Giraudoux. Mad of Chaillot (№ 213577)

Money is theft, fraud, I hate them, it's not my bread, but they love me. Apparently, I have attractive qualities. They don't like elegant manners, and I'm vulgar. They don't mind, and I am a perfect idiot. They don't like people who-and I'm a complete egoist, always fall in love with only himself.