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I'm talking of you as a class. Contempt is in your blood and quite right! We're such snobs, we deserve it. Why d'ye think I ever took to you as a boy at school? Was it because you scribbled inaccurate sonatas and I had myself a talent for knocking tunes off the piano? Not a bit of it. I thought it was, perhaps, but that was only one of my many youthful errors.
Man, who is so tried by temptation and scourging of the spirit, is a creature to be loved, appreciated, understood; not a being to whom shall be shown arrogance, aloofness, and pride. The university that makes snobs of its graduates has not yet entered into its kingdom of control. A university also holds rule over truth. Absolute truth is in God's hand.
She had clung to the feudal idea of class distinction, only surrendering a few outposts reluctantly to the imperious onslaught of time; she had maintained a system of public schools which produced first-class snobs and third-rate scholars; she had ignored the rights of women until in very desperation they had resorted to the crudities of violence in order to achieve some outlet for the pent-up uselessness and directionlessness of their sex; she had tolerated vile living conditions for the poor, and had forced men and women to work under conditions which were degrading and an insult to their Maker. . . . One by one these dragons reared their heads and fell to the gleaming Excalibur of the author.
It is a comfort to be able to gratify such grandees with a farthing or two; it makes the poorest man feel that he can do good. City Snobs have the same mania for aristocratic marriages. I like to see such.
"I would never have thought he could attach himself to anybody like that." "You don't think it will do him any harm only to associate with those those well, with those children who belong to quite a different sphere?" "Nonsense. Harm?" He laughed. "That will stop of its own accord later on. I infinitely prefer him to keep to the children of such people than to those of snobs.
In 1777, when Mozart was twenty-one and travelling on a concert-tour with his mother, he met, at Augsburg, Marianne Mozart, the daughter of his uncle, a book-binder. His experience at Augsburg with certain impertinent snobs disgusted him with the place, and he wrote his father that the meeting with his fair cousin was the only compensation of visiting the town.
"All of it," declared Kenny happily, "I can teach you." "No," said Joan with a definite shake of her head. "You would kiss me. And I would always be right even when you knew I was wrong." His eyes laughed at her mischievously. But he caught her hands and pressed them to his lips. "Listen, dear," he pleaded. "My world isn't a world of social climbers or snobs or dollar-worshippers.
"What about you?" "I am not a proper woman." D'Urberville's face flushed. "What a blasted shame! Miserable snobs! May their dirty souls be burnt to cinders!" he exclaimed in tones of ironic resentment. "That's why you are going, is it? Turned out?"
"It isn't necessary," said Sara coldly. "I scarcely know the Williamsons." She hesitated an instant and then went on with sardonic dismay: "They're in trade, you know." "That's nothing against 'em," protested he. "Awfully jolly people really ripping. Ain't they, Viv?" "I don't know them well enough to say," said Vivian, turning away. "I only know we're all snobs of the worst sort."
I never could make out how the latter set of Clubs got their names; I don't know Greek for one, and I wonder how many other members of those institutions do? Ever since the Club Snobs have been announced, I observe a sensation created on my entrance into any one of these places. Members get up and hustle together; they nod, they scowl, as they glance towards the present Snob.
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