P. G. Wodehouse,
Psmith, Journalist — Chapter 29
(1912)
“ If you think that I can afford to come to New York and scatter hats about as if they were mere dross, you are making the culminating error of a misspent life. Three dollars are what I need for a new one. The balance of your cheque, the five thousand, I propose to apply to making those tenements fit for a tolerably fastidious pig to live in.""Five thousand!" cried Mr. Waring. "It's monstrous.""It isn't," said Psmith. "It's more or less of a minimum. I have made inquiries. So out with the good old cheque-book, and let's all be jolly." ”
