“There was nothing a man couldn't do with three thousand dollars and a suitcase full of canned tuna fish and pregnancy brassieres. The car was called an El Camino for a reason. (Telegraph Avenue, p399)”

“Good tuna-fish sandwiches; he’s the tallest man I’ve ever seen! (Pam)”

“Jamie, you know, you could go clear around the world and still come home wondering if the tuna fish sandwiches at Chock Full O'Nuts still cost thirty-five cents.”

“I can't picture in my mind three hundred and sixty thousand dollars... When I think of it, all I can see in my mind is a big nickel.”

“Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneerThought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violin,But held it up with a smile.“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”“A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?”“Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;Going for three…” But no,From the room, far back, a grey-haired manCame forward and picked up the bow;Then wiping the dust from the old violin,And tightening the loosened strings,He played a melody pure and sweet,As a caroling angel sings.The music ceased, and the auctioneer,With a voice that was quiet and low,Said: “What am I bid for the old violin?”And he held it up with the bow.“A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice,And going and gone,” said he.The people cheered, but some of them cried,“We do not quite understand.What changed its worth?” Swift came the reply:“The touch of the Master’s hand.”And many a man with life out of tune,And battered and scarred with sin,Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowdMuch like the old violin.A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,A game — and he travels on.He is “going” once, and “going” twice,He’s “going” and almost “gone.”But the Master comes, and the foolish crowdNever can quite understandThe worth of a soul and the change that is wroughtBy the touch of the Master’s hand.”

“The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.”