The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emotion from me. I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby. Chapter 1, Nick on Daisy, who seems to represent the hollow and morally bankrupt aspect of wealth during the 1920’s.