Let's not waste any time debating whether or not class division exists and call it a given. And given that, do you ever wonder about your surrounding classes? Who they are?
I shan't be scathing. All I want to know is...
... is the upper-class as debauched as I think it is?
I mean to say, are all the niceties, the 'how do you do?s', the placing the salt on the table (not in someones palm), the handshakes and raised glasses, merely a gateway into wild orgies?
Because let me tell you, I gardened for the well-to-do and I find it hard to believe that these smartly dressed simpletons are as scandalous as they're made out to be.
Do they dine in perfect cordiality then slip off their silk slippers?
Do they fritter away their free time watching posh-pornography?
Do they get down to business as they get down to business?
If you've ever read any of the Jeeves and Wooster stories, Gussie Fink-Nottle appeared in the garden(s) the other day (via taxi all the way from London... and back). I thought Nottlelot about it 'til he'd long departed but in his absence my thoughts digressed. I began to think more about the gentlemen's clubs of which he's surely a member and far less about the the peculiar way in which he was dressed.
I couldn't imagine him haphazardly removing his braces.
I couldn't imagine him pulling unsightly faces.
I do not for a moment believe he unties his own laces.
There you have it. These people are a mystery to me; their social code a phenomena that I'm in no place to see.
Can ANYONE explain how they get
From A...
... to B?
I shan't be scathing. All I want to know is...
... is the upper-class as debauched as I think it is?
I mean to say, are all the niceties, the 'how do you do?s', the placing the salt on the table (not in someones palm), the handshakes and raised glasses, merely a gateway into wild orgies?
Because let me tell you, I gardened for the well-to-do and I find it hard to believe that these smartly dressed simpletons are as scandalous as they're made out to be.
Do they dine in perfect cordiality then slip off their silk slippers?
Do they fritter away their free time watching posh-pornography?
Do they get down to business as they get down to business?
If you've ever read any of the Jeeves and Wooster stories, Gussie Fink-Nottle appeared in the garden(s) the other day (via taxi all the way from London... and back). I thought Nottlelot about it 'til he'd long departed but in his absence my thoughts digressed. I began to think more about the gentlemen's clubs of which he's surely a member and far less about the the peculiar way in which he was dressed.
I couldn't imagine him haphazardly removing his braces.
I couldn't imagine him pulling unsightly faces.
I do not for a moment believe he unties his own laces.
There you have it. These people are a mystery to me; their social code a phenomena that I'm in no place to see.
Can ANYONE explain how they get
From A...
... to B?
