"No offence, old bean!  Of course he gathered loads of honey, and all that: a jolly useful life—adventurous, too—saw a lot of the world, don’t you know: always on the move.  That part would suit me to a T. We’re both like the bee, you see: you in your industry, and what you may call stickiness; me in my roving propensity, my incurable levity, my passion for honeydew—in the form of cigarettes.  I say, Bob, I think I’ll write for the magazines.  I don’t see why my ideas shouldn’t be worth something, as well as yours."