I was standing in the basement of an auction house, feeling bad for trampling muck all over their expensive carpet. I'd eventually been admitted by the doorman, who was wearing a top hat in what seemed like a ludicrous commercial pretension, but only after he'd quizzed me for a not insignificant amount of time as to the nature of my visit. I couldn't help but notice he didn't stop the lady with the expensive jewelry from going inside, nor the busy-looking chap in a cravat. I think he took issue with my cardigan.
- Oliver Darkshire, Once Upon a Tome, p.154
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