I read these from True Pleasures by Lucinda Holdforth.
He wrote sourly: "...in my country we cannot enjoy the elegant clothes & meals & masquerades which fill your days..."
She replied: "Do you really think itís more wrong to live in one place than another, or wrong to go to fancy dress parties?"
I don't understand the former part of her reply. What does it have to to with living in one place or another?
There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life. And so when hats in Paris are lovely and french and everywhere then France is alright.
I don't understand the first sentence at all...