"It'll be alright in Idle Valley," I told him soothingly. "They get an ocean breeze in there."

"I'm glad they get something besides drunk," he said. From what I've seen of the local crowd in the rich suburbs I think Roger made a tragic mistake in coming out here to live. A writer needs stimulation—and not the kind they bottle. There's nothing around here but one big suntanned hangover. I'm referring to the upper crust people of course." 

 —Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (p296)