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 f

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$$$ but what was sordid and foul; and yet he had rank$$$ and honours$$$ and power$$$ somehow: and was a dignitary of the land$$$ and a pillar of the state. He was high sheriff$$$ 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.