"I know," the Englishman grinned. "It’s my only vice. I can’t be bothered with fast cars, I don’t fry my brain with chips, drink, or dope, and since you seps think Englishmen don’t know how to have fun. I don’t bother with women either. Better for the image, old boy. Now, I must say I think you would look ritzy in those tweeds. You’re the same height as me and even thinner. And, I think, the fedora would be a nice eccentric touch. The deerstalker would be a safer bet, though. No one would ever recognize you in that!"