If this very moment…I take a simple, simple woman…here is a simple, a very simple woman—-and I am no critic of one’s behavior in this world, I don’t care what you do—this woman by profession was one who, I would call, well, a lady of the evening, that was her profession. She said to me one day in New York City, “Neville, I would love a new hat!” “Alright, you have a new hat. Put it on. What hat do you want?” Well, she didn’t know at the moment, but she would like a new hat. “Alright, put it on, wear it just as though it were true.” She lived at the Ansonia Hotel on 73rd and Broadway. She came out of that hotel one night and walked up Broadway and passed a millinery shop and there were the hats. Something struck her fancy; it was seventeen dollars and fifty cents. These were pre-war days. Today that seventeen-fifty hat possibly would be a normal priced hat, but in pre-war days seventeen-fifty was an exceptionally high hat. But she saw the hat. She remembered what I told her, and she put in on mentally and felt the thrill of wearing the hat and walked up Broadway with the hat. And when she walked back, instead of looking into the window to become disillusioned she didn’t look; she went by the window and went home and took off the old hat and stuck it on the top of the shelf. Well, the next day she put on the old hat. There was no hat that she had put on that day.809 ¶15