Intermission: Non-sabreur

Just to get the word out on the ‘tradition’ of wasting a good drink in useless pomp and of which I will not partake.
Because maybe in France, Napoleontic petit bourgeois wannabe chevaliers are the rigeur. But not elsewhere. Elsewhere, class (of the kind between one’s ears and in one’s heart) is valued and recognised over bigmouthing and bluffing over one’s fear of not being recognised as toff – as if the toffs one sees, are with the single exceptions.

So, one stays away from bad manners. Of which this sabrer/sabler (sic) with its proletariat-to-power origins and opportunistically grabbing ‘style’ that approaches John Dalberg / Acton proof is part, sometimes exposing the current-day ‘money only, zero class’ upstarts. Hence.
[Now, there‘s class.]

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