If you went to Groton a century ago, you knew you were privileged. You were taught how morally precarious privilege was and how much responsibility it entailed. You were housed in a spartan 6-foot-by-9-foot cubicle to prepare you for the rigors of leadership.
The best of the WASP elites had a stewardship mentality, that they were temporary caretakers of institutions that would span generations. They cruelly ostracized people who did not live up to their codes of gentlemanly conduct and scrupulosity. They were insular and struggled with intimacy, but they did believe in restraint, reticence and service.
Emphases added in case you are having trouble feeling his pulsating boner throbbing out of the pages of the NY Times.
UPDATE: And just to be clear, there is absolutely nothing wrong with WASP prep school S&M fantasies if thatte’s your thing. But please don’t splooge on me while you wank over them, thank you very much.