"I dare say you appreciate that as an original compliment." "No....

I wonder what Ruff would say about jazz--I just wonder," murmured Carley.
"Well, I wouldn't care what he said, and I don't care what you say," returned Eleanor.

"The preachers and reformers and bishops and rabbis make me sick.

They rave about jazz.

Jazz--the discordant note of our decadence! Jazz--the harmonious expression of our musicless, mindless, soulless materialism!--The idiots! If they could be women for a while they would realize the error of their ways.