"Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand. They think, deep in their hearts, that they are better than we are because we had to discover the compensations and refuges of life for ourselves. Even when they enter deep into our world or sink below us, they still think that they are better than we
are. They are different."
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald.
Or, as paraphrased by Hemingway:
The rich were dull and they drank too much, or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were
repetitious. He remembered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had
started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how
some one had said to Julian, Yes, they have more money. But that was not humorous to
Julian. He thought they were a special glamourous race and when he found they weren't it
wrecked him just as much as any other thing that wrecked him.