It will attract attention—but only to the immense audacity of Mr. Roark’s conceit.
I appreciate compliments, Mr. Wynand, but I’m not conceited enough to think that we must talk about my wife.
For some vague matter of personal vanity, for some empty conceit.
But he’s so conceited he doesn’t realize this at all!
You’re not conceited enough.
I’d say it was conceited of you, if it weren’t so childish.
I’m too conceited.
He thought: If she were completely the spinster, the frustrated social worker, as people think of those women, the kind who would scorn sex in the haughty conceit of her own virtue, that would still be recognition, if only in hostility.