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Vanity Fair—Vanity Fair！Here was a man, who could not spell, and did not care to read—who had the habits and the cunning of a boor；whose aim in life was pettifogging；who never had a taste, or emotion, or enjoyment, but what was sordid and foul；and yet he had rank, andhonours, and power, somehow：and was a dignitary of the land, and a pillar of the state. He was high sherif, and rode in a golden coach.Great ministers and statesmen courted him；and in Vanity Fair he had a higher place than the most brilliant genius or spotless virtue.