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Even Thomas Carlyle could find little good to say about the aristocracy in the 1830s. 'What do the idle rich do?' he asked, and gave a blunt answer to his own question: 'Shoot partridges.' He still thought there was a faint chivalric whiff of 'heroic Daring' in their heraldry and banners, but he could no longer find anything of 'intrinsic, necessary divineness' in a class that had become a spent and empty symbol, a form without the spiritual and military leadership that had once animated it.
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