They went into the inner office. Psmith removed his hat and coat.

"And now once more to work," he said. "Psmith the flaneur of Fifth Avenue ceases to exist. In his place we find Psmith the hard-headed sub-editor. Be so good as to indicate a job of work for me, Comrade Windsor. I am champing at my bit."

~from "Psmith, Journalist" by P.G. Wodehouse