But Eugene had another round to fire. His hand went in a pocket and came out full of folded money. “I hadn’t mentioned,” he said, displaying the pretty objects,”that I brought it in cash. Speaking of income tax, if you’re up to the ninety per cent bracket, getting it in cash would make it a lot more–“
[Nero] Wolfe’s look stopped him. “Pfui,” Wolfe said. He hadn’t had as good a chance to show off for a month. “I am not a common cheat, Mr. Poor. Not that I am a saint. Given adequate provocation, I might conceivably cheat a man–or a women, or even a child. But you are suggesting that I cheat, not a man or woman or child, but a hundred and forty million of my fellow citizens. Bah.”
–From Instead of Evidence (1946), by Rex Stout
Shall we get nostalgic for, among other things, that ninety per cent bracket? Sure.