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Any Real New Yorker Is A You-name-it-we-have-it-snob Whose Heart Brims With Sympathy For The Millions Of Unfortunates Who Through Misfortune, Misguidedness Or Pure Stupidity Live Anywhere Else In The World.

In My Estimation, The Only Thing That Is More To Be Guarded Against Than Bad Taste Is Good Taste.

A Lady Is Nothing Very Specific. One Man's Lady Is Another Man's Woman; Sometimes, One Man's Lady Is Another Man's Wife. Definitions Overlap But They Almost Never Coincide.

I'd Agree With You, But Then We'd Both Be Wrong.

The Good Quality Snob, Or Wearer Of Muted Tweeds, Cut Almost Exactly The Same From Year To Year, Often With A Hat Of The Same Material, [is] Native To The Boston North Shore, The Chicago North Shore, The North Shore Of Long Island, To Westchester County, The Philadelphia Main Line And The Peninsula Area Of San Francisco.