"I was a mere bachelor, drifting toward what I now see to be a tragic middle
age. I had become so accustomed to smoke issuing from my mouth that I felt
incomplete without it; indeed, the time came when I could refrain from smoking
if doing nothing else, but hardly during the hours of toil. To lay aside my pipe
was to find myself soon afterward wandering restlessly round my table. No blind
beggar was ever more abjectly led by his dog, or more loath to cut the
string."
- Excerpted from "My Lady Nicotine. A Study in Smoke"