She hated stately homes with a deep, visceral loathing. Ordinary people paying to trail open-mouthed around the set-piece rooms of some aristocrat’s family pile made her want to vomit. Didn’t they realise, she asked herself, that this kind of excess is exactly why some countries had revolutions? Didn’t they realise that the money from their entrance fees, plus the government subsidies was allowing some family of upper class degenerates to hang onto their mansion at the public expense?
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