After a conversation many moons go with Antisophie; she had this impression that the home counties; places like Kent, Essex, and Beckenham, were exotic, quaint places of English sentimentality.
After showing her the yokels of the home counties, she changed her tune. “What barbarism!” she exclaimed. I did also point out the irony of how sentimentality of the highest order brings about the highest barbarism.
She, characteristically, did not change her opinion after this new knowledge, but, merely enriched a point of view hitherto unrealised.