“When I first saw New York I was twenty, and it was summertime, and […] for three days I sat wrapped in blankets in a hotel room air-conditioned to 35°F and tried to get over a bad cold and a high fever. It did not occur to me to call a doctor, because I knew none, and although it did occur to me to call the desk and ask that the air conditioner be turned off, I never called, because I did not know how much to tip whoever might come—was anyone ever so young?”
— Joan Didion, Slouching Toward Bethlehem