Four weeks later, Broadway and 72nd Street, I’m walking up the street and I run into a lady whose name is Ann. Her profession is possibly the oldest profession in the world, and she lived at the Ansonia Hotel. She stopped me at Broadway and 72nd, and she said, “Neville, I heard the story that you told about the hat four weeks ago. Now, I want to ask you something. I took it quite seriously and walking up Broadway, beyond 74th Street, I saw this wonderful display of hats. Here was a hat for $17.50 and I put it on my head. I loved it. I walked up the street, but when I walked back I would not look into the window to be disillusioned. I went home to my hotel, the Ansonia, wouldn’t look into the mirror. I took off the hat and put it on the very top ledge, and went sound asleep in the belief that my lovely new hat is up there. Now, said she, ten days later a friend called and asked me if I was busy that night.” Well, you know the profession…she couldn’t tell yes or no…she didn’t know. But she said, “Alright, I’m free.” She said, “Well, come and see me, I have something for you.” So she went to see her friend and her friend brought out the hat, not a hat, the hat, and said to her, “You know, Ann, I bought this hat. What possessed me I don’t know! Well, when I got home and saw what I looked like in this hat, I wouldn’t wear it to a dog fight. But strangely enough, the minute I said that to myself, I said, you know, Ann would look lovely in this hat. So try it on and see if you like it.” She brings out the hat. Ann tried it on and loved it.291 ¶13