"Any piece of furniture, I don't care how beautiful it is, has got to be lived with, and kicked about, and rubbed down, and mistreated by servants (or children), and repolished, and knocked around and dusted and sat on or slept in or eaten off of before it develops its real character," Selina said. "A good deal like human beings. I'd rather have my old maple table, mellow with age and rubbing, that Pervus' father put together himself by hand seventy years ago, than all the mahogany library slabs on Wabash Avenue."
So Big by Edna Ferber, 1927
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