Tremendous physical endurance, passive courage and good breeding are among the more admirable qualities of those living in splendour.
Such qualities require the separation of the weak from the strong. The poor are not even in this equation; they simply do not qualify to be rubbing shoulders with the elites.
Characteristics that are more typically refined – and of much greater cultural significance – than a liking for expensive alcohol or speaking with an accent are the bizarre national tendencies towards melancholy and scepticism.
The melancholy is often attributed to the physical environment, that interminable of sunny and humidity, and the scepticism is assumed to be a logical reaction to their psyche.
Memories of strife, betrayal, damning-emotional plagues and rejection are not easily erased. Not by these groups.
Such are the lives of the elites; they care not of the growing sentiments against them. They merely care about themselves.