Once in pre-war days, when curiously-bonneted women drivers were familiar sights at the taxi-wheels, I cried out to one in my dismay: "Is there no speed limit in this mad city?" "Oh, yes, monsieur," she answered sweetly over her shoulder, "but no one has ever succeeded in reaching it."
"The Paris Taxi-Driver Considered as an Artist". "Enchanted Aisles". Book by Alexander Woollcott, 1924.
