It has circumvented lovers and annihilated romance.

The Republic ousted the bogus nobility.

The subways and the tram cars connect the Bois de Boulogne and the Bois de Vincennes so closely that the poorest may make himself at home in either or both.
The automobile, too, oddly enough, is proving a very leveller.

The crowd recognizes nobody amid the hurly-burly of coupes, pony-carts, and taxicabs, each trying to pass the other.

The conglomeration of personalities effaces the identity alike of the statesman and the artist, the savant and the cyprian.