It would ill beseem me, Comrade Jackson, said Psmith, thoughtfully sipping his coffee, to run down the metropolis of a great and friendly nation, but candor compels me to state that New York is in some respects a singularly blighted town. – What’s the matter with it? asked Mike. – Too decorous, Comrade Jackson. I came over here principally, it is true, to be at your side, should you be in any way persecuted by scoundrels. But at the same time I confess that at the back of my mind there lurked a hope that stirring adventures might come my way. I had heard so much of the place. Report had it that an earnest seeker after amusement might have a tolerably spacious rag in this modern Byzantium… .