Israel Zangwill,
The Memory Clearing House.
(1892)
“ I should have been your best customer. I ought to have bought up all sorts of memories, and written the most veracious novel the world has seen. I haven’t got a murder in my new book, but I’ll work one in at once. ‘Eureka!’”“Stash that!” he said, revengefully. “You can have the memory with pleasure. I couldn’t think of charging an old friend like you, whose moving from an address, which I’ve sold, to 22, Albert Flats, Victoria Square, Westminster, made my fortune.” ”
