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The late great Peter Revson, quoting from a French writer, once defined a "gentleman" as one who never undermined the self-respect of another. "That's as good a definition as I've ever heard," said Peter.*

*("I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin."  Antoine de Saint-Exupery)

Fits squarely with the late Mr. Lean's lovely description of the upper class laughing while licking brandy off its mistresses' tits, all whilst Malloy/Birnbachophiles struggle to decorate their homes with the Trad Look.

Especially love the bottom picture.  Glazed eyes and ass-grab.  Reminds me of Eric "Otter" Stratton/Tim Mathieson from Animal House.

"Once, after a major bender, he was completely fucked up, he had taken everything. It was Sunday, he went out to his helicopter, he didn't bother to check anything, he got into it and just went straight up. He didn't notice that there were clouds. And once you're in the clouds you're fucked. You can't see anything, you're completely disoriented. So he went straight up and came out at the top. There he was, sitting in a helicopter with a blanket of white puffy clouds beneath him.

Most people would be dead after this,' Taylor says. 'He said he looked around, put it on auto-pilot. He had a cocktail shaker in the cockpit, so he shook himself a Bloody Mary, had a couple of lines of coke and called the control tower in Cambridge. And somehow he came down, going sideways at 150mph and, without crashing into the control tower, he landed."

The Hell of it is, only the English - well, maybe only the British - can pull this sort of thing off.  It's maddening.

Last edited by Voltaire's Bastard (2008-01-23 10:33:13)