‘Shirts so worn you could see daylight through ’em and trousers as shiny as glass,’ said Vimes. ‘And by the end of the week half the stuff was in the pawn shop.’ ‘That’s right,’ said Sweeper. ‘You’d pawn your clothes in the pawn shop, but you’d never buy clothes from the pawn shop, ’cos there were Standards, right?’ Vimes nodded. When you got right down to the bottom of the ladder the rungs were very close together

— Night Watch (Discworld, #29; City Watch, #6) by Terry Pratchett (Page 63)