Jack London,
Martin Eden — Chapter 22
(1909)
“ He had drawn no smile from Ruth. She was looking at him in an earnest and troubled way. "It may be a dollar," she said, "but it is a jester's dollar, the fee of a clown. Don't you see, Martin, the whole thing is lowering. I want the man I love and honor to be something finer and higher than a perpetrator of jokes and doggerel." ”
