(Dingbat from 'The Yehudi Principle' (1944) by Frederic Brown)

Charlie Swann blinked several times and seemed to be having trouble bringing his eyes into focus on me. He asked, “The real purpose of what?”
I enunciated slowly and carefully. “Of the automatonic autosuggestive subvibratory superaccelerator. Yehudi, to me.”
"Oh, that,” said Charlie.
“That,” I said. “What is its real purpose?”
“It’s like this. Suppose you got something to do that you’ve got to do in a hurry. Or something that you’ve got to do, and don't want to do. You could — ”
“Like writing a story?” I asked.
“Like writing a story,” he said, “or painting a bouse, or washing a mess of dishes, or shoveling the sidewalk, or . . . or doing anything else you’ve got to do but don’t want to do. Look, you put it on and tell yourself — ”
“Yehudi,” I said.
“Tell Yehudi to do it, and it’s done. Sure, you do it, but you don’t know that you do, so it doesn’t hurt. And it gets done quicker.”
“You blur,” I said.