"My dear chap," said Mike, "it's all rot. I can't sponge on you."
"You pain me, Comrade Jackson. I was not suggesting such a thing. We are business men, hard-headed young bankers. I make you a business proposition. I offer you the post of confidential secretary and adviser to me in exchange for a comfortable home. The duties will be light. You will be required to refuse invitations to dinner from crowned heads, and to listen attentively to my views on Life. Apart from this, there is little to do."
(from Psmith In the City, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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