Word: aristocrat
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...moments later the aristocratic huntsmen were surrounded by a troop of raggety men who vowed that they were huntsmen top. Two of their number sported their masters' cast off hunting costumes. One of them rode an old broken down mare. All of them had flagrantly violated the first canon of fox-hunting good form by equipping themselves with rifles! To a true British aristocrat any other method of killing a fox than allowing the dogs to tear all of it but the "brush" to tatters smacks of sacrilege. One of the ladies of the Union Hunt Club loudly declared that...
...That appointment, if it had ever been made, would have changed the history of the world. Gladstone never was able to estimate Chamberlain's true worth. You will remember that Macaulay writes of Gladstone as one of those "stern and unbending Tories." Macaulay was right. Gladstone was an aristocrat by birth. It was just as true of him as any other human being that "environment will never totally eradicate the taint of heredity...
...strangely respected by all factions, although still comparatively a young man (only 48). The combination of being a "regular" leader and yet aloof is unique. He is a farmer without a bloc, but that is because he is not a dirt farmer, but something more like a landed aristocrat. He has no political glad hand, no oratorical or political tricks. As Clinton W. Gilbert describes him: "When he speaks, he talks.common sense in an easy, unemphatic way, with a slight touch of impatience in his voice...
...name was Siddartha Gautama. He was born in a small republic in Bengal somewhere between 500 and 600 B. C. Until he was 29 he lived the conventional life of an Eastern aristocrat of his period. His world was a world of sunlight sleeping in ageless gardens; his occupations hunting and lovemaking; he passed from gratification to gratification, looking for the answer to a question he had never phrased. Sometimes, when he traveled over his estates, he saw unpleasant things-a man dreadfully undone by age, a body scabrous with disease, a corpse putrefying in a field-but Channa...
When Foreign Minister Gregory Vassilievitch Tchitcherin is in Moscow it is not unusual for the windows of the Soviet Foreign Office to blaze until dawn. M. Tchitcherin is lank, indefatigable. Once an aristocrat and trained in the Tsarist diplomatic school, he has espoused the cause of the Soviets with a vehemence that drives his hard pushed subordinates to the last fringe of desperation...