"Well, all of a sudden, somebody invited him to try his hand
at conducting the Cliff House in San Francisco, a hotel that had used as
much red ink on its books as it used tomato catsup on its tables. The owners
of this place, if asked to define profit, would have spelled it prophet and
said that it meant a guy who tried to guess in advance what the Minnesota
football team would do. Just as soon as Roy took the helm, the Cliff house
ceased to be such an object of derision that the seals came up and barked at
it. Soon it was paying."