“Lew Basnight seemed a sociable enough young man, though it soon became obvious that he had not, until now, so much as heard of the Chums of Chance.
‘But every boy knows the Chums of Chance,’ declared Lindsay Noseworth perplexedly. ‘What could you’ve been reading, as a youth?’
Lew obligingly tried to remember. ‘Wild West, African explorers, the usual adventure stuff. But you boys—you’re not storybook characters.’ He had a thought. ‘Are you?’
‘No more than Wyatt Earp or Nellie Bly,’ Randolph supposed. ‘Although the longer a fellow’s name has been in the magazines, the harder it is to tell fiction from non-fiction.’”
—Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day