"Ernestine, happy days are here! No more French fries and white wine! No more chemicals and suburban trains! No more of my brother's attentions and my sister-in-law's insults! No more work! No more being broke! It's gigolos for us, and bottles of kümmel!"
Witch Grass by Raymond Queneau, translated by Barbara Wright, p 114 of the NYRB paperback