[Hurstwood] buried himself in his papers and read. Oh, the rest of it--the relief from walking and thinking! What Lethean waters were these floods of telegraphed intelligence! He forgot his troubles, in part. Here was a young, handsome woman, if you might believe the newspaper drawing, suing a rich, fat, candy-making husband in Brooklyn for divorce. Here was another item detailing the wrecking of a vessel in ice and snow off Prince's Bay on Staten Island. A long, bright column told of the doings in the theatrical world--the play produced, the actors appearing, the managers making announcements. Fannie Davenport was just opening at the Fifth Avenue.

--From Chapter XXXV of Sister Carrie