If I were to search for logic, I would not look for it among the English upper class.
First electricity, now telephones. Sometimes I feel as if I'm living in an H.G. Wells novel.
Everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.
There's nothing simpler than avoiding people you don't like. Avoiding one's friends, that's the real test.
Principles are like prayers; noble, of course, but awkward at a party.
It's the job of grandmothers to interfere.