Aristocracy has always permitted itself a rather cautious association with the Arts. The tonsorial standards of elegance may be prohibitive to the abundant locks of genius. But the works of genius, the children of the opulently thatched brain of creative art, have never been questioned as the appurtenance of polite splendor. The hallmarks of Society must be conspicuous. Therein is the serene excellence of music. All the world—all the world that is a world—is there to see you listen to symphony or opera and to be seen by you.
Smooth gliding Hispano-Suizas,...
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