P. G. Wodehouse,
Not George Washington — Chapter 1…
(1907)
“ A few brief questions and the emissaries entered. A pause.The litterateur is warning the menials that their charge is sacred; that the sheets he has produced are impossible to replace. High words. Abrupt re-opening of the front door. Struggling humanity projected on to the pavement. Three persons—my scribe in the middle, an emissary on either side—stagger strangely past me. The scribe enters the purple night only under the stony compulsion of the emissaries. ”
