Hofman

Now she stirred. "What happened?" "Happiness," I told her. "Incomparable, continuous happiness —happiness by the kilowatt."
Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."
"Contract happiness the way you contract influenza," Fred said. He sneezed.