My Lady Nicotine. James Matthew Barrie
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Название: My Lady Nicotine

Автор: James Matthew Barrie

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       James Matthew Barrie

      My Lady Nicotine

      Published by Good Press, 2020

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066066796

       Matrimony and Smoking compared

       My First Cigar

       The Arcadia Mixture

       My Pipes

       My Tobacco-Pouch

       My Smoking-Table

       Gilray

       Marriot

       Jimmy

       Scrymgeour

       His Wife's Cigars

       Gilray's Flower-Pot

       The Grandest Scene in History

       My Brother Henry

       House-Boat "Arcadia"

       The Arcadia Mixture Again

       The Romance of a Pipe-Cleaner

       What could he do?

       Primus

       Primus to his Uncle

       English-grown Tobacco

       How Heroes smoke

       The Ghost of Christmas Eve

       Not the Arcadia

       A Face that haunted Marriot

       Arcadians at Bay

       Jimmy's Dream

       Gilray's Dream

       Pettigrew's Dream

       The Murder in the Inn

       The Perils of not Smoking

       My Last Pipe

       When my Wife is Asleep and all the House is Still

      Matrimony and Smoking compared

      CHAPTER I.

       Table of Contents

      MATRIMONY AND SMOKING COMPARED.

      The circumstances in which I gave up smoking were these:

      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 loth to cut the string.

      I am much better without tobacco, and already have a difficulty in sympathizing with the man I used to be. Even to call him up, as it were, and regard him without prejudice is a difficult task, for we forget the old selves on whom we have turned our backs, as we forget a street that has been recon​structed. Does the freed slave always shiver at the crack of a whip? I fancy not, for I recall but dimly, and without acute suffering, the horrors of my smoking days. There were nights when I awoke with a pain at my heart that made me hold my breath. I did not dare move. After perhaps ten minutes of dread, I would shift my position an inch at a time. Less frequently I felt this sting in the daytime, and believed I was dying while my friends were talking to me. I never mentioned these experiences to a human being; indeed, though a medical man was among my companions, I cunningly deceived him on the rare occasions when he questioned me about the amount of tobacco I was consuming weekly. Often in the dark I not only vowed to give up smoking, but wondered why I cared for it. Next morning I went straight from breakfast to my pipe, without the smallest struggle with myself. Latterly I knew, while resolving to break myself of the habit, that I would be better employed trying to sleep. I had elaborate ways of cheating myself, but it became disagreeable to me to know how many ounces of tobacco I was smoking weekly. Often I smoked cigarettes to reduce the number of my cigars.

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