“Social distinctions, petty rivalries and jealousies—these are laughed out of countenance.”
If only they were!
This is the ideal: whenever I have a notion of gangs, cliques, conspiracies, exclusions, abandonments, or other imagined maleficence within my home group, I’m back in that strange alcoholic world of exaggeration and distortion.
Solution: laughter out of countenance (i.e. see how ridiculous the notion idea is and thus cause it to collapse).
Method: discuss the matter with someone sensible with the express aim of seeing through such folly.
One must approach this not to defend the system causing the unhappiness but to destroy it.