Kitty broke off and examined the heel of her shoe carefully on both sides."I told Joseph I thought he would play a ukulele beautifully," she added, "and that I couldn't imagine him ever being ashamed of his love for a woman, -- well! I don't think he would be. Oh, well -- but he shot me up and became quite ratty for some reason, and began telling me: 'You must know, Kitty, that I don't at all care for all this snobbish Continental talk of yours about foreigners, love, poetry, and ukuleles. You must understand that there are still some of us left who don't appreciate that attitude in our womenfolk. We aren't accustomed to it, and we don't want it. It's un-English. My own aim is still the clean-limbed, dirty-minded, thorough English gentleman, and I still have hopes of being one. Yes, I hope to achieve great things,' and all the rest of it."Kitty stamped her foot and turned pink. "I loathe you all when you start to talk in this way!. . . An English gentleman is not dirty-minded, I tell you! He may lack poetry and be a bit pm the stiff side, certainly, but dirty-minded is just what he is not!"
Julia Strachey (1932)