Some friends and I were at a fashionable and very cultured party. We had on our best clothes, we talked about very intelligent things and we were very happy, except two young fellows. They were two students and they did not enjoy our brilliance and our intelligence, and they were not enjoying themselves at all. The truth was, we were too clever for them. Our brilliant and refined conversation and our high-class tastes were beyond them. They were out of place. They never should have come to the party. Everybody agreed upon that, after the party.
We played songs by old German masters. We discussed philosophy and ethics. Somebody recited a French poem after supper, and we said it was beautiful; and then a lady sang a sentimental song in Spanish, and it made one or two of us cry.
