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“ ‘What a horrible looking place’ [Eve] exclaimed. ‘Whatever did you want it for?’

‘Purely as a nook’, said Psmith, taking out his key. ‘You know how the man of sensibility and refinement needs a nook. 

In this rushing age it is imperative that the thinker shall have a place, however humble, where he can be alone.’ “

P.G. Wodehouse