from Post Office: A Novel by Charles Bukowski:
Then I started coming home unhappy.
“What’s the matter, Hank?”
I had to get drunk every night.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this son. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s been going on for two weeks!
“What’s the name of the song?”
“Around the World In Eighty Days. I never did like that song.”
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