Gentility in a Shanghai literary salon of the 1930s

I like Shaw. This is not because I have read his works or his biography, have come to admire him and therefore like him. It is only because I heard a warning somewhere, somebody saying that he often tears off the masks of the gentlemen. That is why I like him. And it is also because there are often people in China who imitate western gentlemen, and most of them dislike Shaw. If someone annoys those who annoy me, I sometimes feel that he is a good person.1