“I am proud of a race whose social relations are
the last upon which they will retrench, whose latest yielded pleasure is their
hospitality. It is a common feeling that only the well-to-do have a right to be hospitable. The ideal flower of
hospitality is almost unknown to the rich; it can hardly be grown save in the
gardens of the poor; it is one of their beatitudes.”
I may be chewing on that for a while.
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