For room, food, fuel, clothes, drink and smoke! I've promptly cut off the last two!" "And you're none the worse for it, I daresay!" rejoined Helmsley.
"Not a bit! A good deal the better.

In Fleet Street the men drank and smoked pretty heavily, and I had to drink and smoke with them, if I wanted to keep in with the lot.

I did want to keep in with them, and yet I didn't.

It was a case of 'needs must when the devil drives!'" "You say you were a journalist.

Aren't you one now ?" "No.