A friend, whose family all read my books, wrote to me about an experience her husband had had. He is a businessman and he was flying back from Europe and had to change planes. While he waited for his flight, he went into the VIP lounge, where people travelling business class sat and had bottles of wine, coffee, snacks and even, I think, massage, all completely free as long as they had these things in the lounge. The friend’s husband took his coffee to a chair by the door and sat quietly there, until he noticed a very smart-suited businessman tiptoeing towards the door with a bottle of wine under his arm. Knowing that the bottle shouldn’t go out of the lounge, the husband murmured to himself, “I belong to Chrestomanci Caste!”
The businessman heard him and stopped. He said, “Ah yes, but under this smart suit I am in fact wearing a richly embroidered dressing gown.” Then he carried his bottle away out of the lounge, leaving my friend’s husband flabbergasted.

- Diana Wynne Jones (via relatedworlds)