There are two kinds of cigar smokers – patrician fellows, who look as though they had been born to smoke the finest Havana, and people like myself, who look like cannibals gnawing a finger from their latest victim. If one does not belong to the very small first class, one should smoke cigars in private; nothing makes a man look so degraded as a drool-soaked, tattered, burning stump of tobacco stuck in one corner of his mouth.
-- Robertson Davies, in Samuel Marchbank’s Almanack –
[You know what? I agree with him. On all points.]
Have a great Wednesday!
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