It is only in our own country that by a sad privilege we may behold the newest and most diverse styles of architectural ugliness.

Not an enviable privilege!" "Are you not afraid," asked M.Ceres severely, "are you not afraid that these bitter criticisms tend to keep out of our capital the foreigners who flow into it from all arts of the world and who leave millions behind them ?" "You may set your mind at rest about that," answered M.Daniset.
"Foreigners do not come to admire our buildings; they come to see our courtesans, our dressmakers, and our dancing saloons." "We have one bad habit," sighed M.Ceres, "it is that we calumniate ourselves." Madame Clarence as an accomplished hostess thought it was time to return to the subject of love and asked M.Jumel his opinion of M.Leon Blum's recent book in which the author complained.

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