“Where may one breathe?” demands one Continental Macaroni, in a yellow waistcoat, “ – in New-York, Taverns have rooms where Smoke is prohibited.” “Tho’ clearly,” replies the itinerant Stove-Salesman Mr. Whitpot, drawing vigorously at his Pipe, “what’s needed is a No-Idiots Area.”

“Where may one breathe?” demands one Continental Macaroni, in a yellow waistcoat, “ – in New-York, Taverns have rooms where Smoke is prohibited.” “Tho’ clearly,” replies the itinerant Stove-Salesman Mr. Whitpot, drawing vigorously at his Pipe, “what’s needed is a No-Idiots Area.”

— Thomas Pynchon