aristocracy [Theme]

How ruthless and flighty a girl raised at court can be, I need to marry a simple city woman.

Here, a person in and of itself means absolutely nothing. Everyone looks at the insignia and special privileges of the court.

When one of the participants in the conversation wanted to dispute Byron's words, he suddenly made it clear that he was an English lord and therefore did not

These conversations naturally became an interesting topic for aristocrats who like to talk about others.

The Opera lodges were a salon where people of high society met, among them there were those who really loved music.

— Franz Wertvollen, Oh

“And there’s nothing to stare at me,” Nobbs got excited. - I can recognize a real lady at first sight. She treated me to tea and the cup was thin, like a sheet of paper, and in it was a real silver spoon, ”he continued in the tone of a man who was lucky enough to throw a shaky bridge over a gigantic social abyss. "And I got the spoon back, so stop staring at me!"

Sire, people always expect the worst from the powerful and the rich. By this sign, you can always recognize an aristocrat: he discovers only those vices that contribute to his popularity.

He, like his ancestor, was nicknamed Pretextatus von Mondschein and was distinguished by an excellent education and pleasant manners, never confused cases, wrote his name in French letters, in general, his handwriting was legible and even sometimes did business, especially in bad weather.

"To be a true aristocrat of the spirit is the lot of a few. Two-thirds of our eminent citizens are poorly educated rogues in expensive underwear and with dirty necks. Nouveau riche on the beer trade, can imagine himself a count, acquire a title, can flood his house with expensive trinkets and even masterpieces of art, but they will not feed his nouveau riche soul. They will serve as a cheap designation of his claims and only.... There is one small consolation. For all its perfection, our universe does not have strictly permanent laws. Truth is not static.

Charlotte and Ross belonged to an extensive network of family families connected by centuries-old acquaintances, private schools and marriage unions.

Jago Ross: In all respects, the opposite of Strike. Trust owner; a beautiful Aryan prince, born to take the place in the sun prepared by fate and family; absorbing the confidence of twelve generations of the tribal aristocracy.

Always a little condescending.

The big light is small. Even in comparison with the world of people like us, however, which also has its limits (what you, Your Grace, make sure when, having traveled far and wide, you find yourself in front of a gaping void), the big light is just a tiny speck. There is a lot of good in it; many good, worthy people; he takes up the place he is meant to be. But all the evil is that this pampered world lives like in a case for jewelry, wrapped too tightly in soft fabrics and thin cloth, and therefore does not hear the noise of wider worlds, does not see how they revolve around the sun. This is a dying world, and its offspring are painful, because there is nothing to breathe in it.