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But there was another sort of people, the real ones, to which they all belonged, and for whom one had, above all, to be elegant, handsome, magnanimous, bold, gay, to give oneself to every passion without blushing and laugh at everything else.

I was reading Anna Karenina last night, and that quote really stuck out at me. I'm starting to like Vronsky.