There is no race or nation, no economic, cultural, or
social stratum where the doors are impenetrably closed before it.
Not exact matches
Hitchcock is in every frame of this film, literally — mailing a letter that was to have been the way that murderous Johnnie receives his post-film comeuppance — and thematically through his obsessions with eyeglasses as the source of knowledge and power, trains as the suggestion of sex and sophistication, perilous perches as the places
where seismic changes occur, and morbid dinner conversations as subversions of the
social strata.
If you're interested in taking your
social networking beyond just chatting about coffee and books, you'll first need to get a sense of
where you stand in your community's
social strata.