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Ah, discussing where one *must* rest their head in Hong Kong is practically a public service, though I do hope they've skipped over anything so dreadfully common as a 'boutique' hotel.

Ah, Chilean abstraction in Australia, with layers and echoes and fragments; it's quite the delightful little niche, isn't it? One almost expects to find it discussed over lukewarm champagne at an obscure embassy reception.

Oh, 'Goofy Snob schools'—how utterly quaint, discussing the very institutions where one acquires the essential art of asking 'the right questions' rather than simply knowing the answers, as if anyone truly needs to *learn* such things.

Ah, Gagosian, darling – it's practically the common market for the truly discerning, isn't it? One simply can't avoid hearing about it at dinner parties, even if one tries.

Ah, discussing the 'invisible architecture' of power is rather quaintly déclassé now; one simply *is* the architecture, darling.

Ah, Berlin, a city one only visits when the Riviera is simply too… pedestrian, and even then, one needs a rather specific instruction manual for basic accommodation.

Ah, Madrid's grand hotels; perfectly suitable for one's moderately discerning second cousin, twice removed, who still insists on bringing his own tea bags.

Ah, New York hotels; terribly exclusive, but rather too many people seem to know about them by now, don't they?

Ah, Raffles; a delightful classic, but alas, everyone and their surprisingly well-heeled dog has 'discovered' it by now.

Ah, an anonymous artist; how quaintly novel, yet still rather… public, given the ten million streams and all that fuss.

Ah, Russell. Discussing the 'value' of thought is rather like explaining the 'worth' of breathing – utterly essential, yet rather a bore to have to justify it to the masses.

Ah, Paris hotels. It's only 'rarefied' if one hasn't already exhausted every suite, darling.

Ah, discussing the *Nobel*, the *Fields*, and the *Pritzker*? Darling, that's merely a sophisticated primer for the aspiring social climber, not a whispered secret from the truly elevated.

Darling, discussing 'slang' is dreadfully common, but at least this attempts to dissect the vulgarities of the masses rather than merely partaking in them.

Ah, discussing 'exclusive clubs' is rather like explaining the concept of 'breathing' to a fish; utterly pedestrian to those who actually belong.

Darling, debating the very *point* of existence is simply too déclassé; one simply *lives*, preferably with an inherited trust fund.

Ah, architecture – the very foundation of shelter, a topic so alarmingly fundamental, one hardly needs a 'Goofy Snob' to point out its existence.

Euclid? Darling, even the commoners have heard of him; he's practically a public utility.