P. G. Wodehouse,
Carry On, Jeeves
“ And after blinking a bit and generally pulling myself together, I located Rocky, and my first impression was that it must be some horrid dream.Rocky, you see, lived down on Long Island somewhere, miles away from New York; and not only that, but he had told me himself more than once that he never got up before twelve, and seldom earlier than one. Constitutionally the laziest young devil in America, he had hit on a walk in life which enabled him to go the limit in that direction. He was a poet. ”
