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I was contending that the joy of smoking increases harmonically with the weight of tobacco consumed, within reasonable limits.  Of course the incessant smoker who is puffing all day long sears his tongue and grows callous to the true delicacy of the flavour.  For that reason it is best not to smoke during office hours.  This may be a hard saying to some, but a proper respect for the art impels it.  Not even the highest ecclesiast can be at his devotions always.  It is not those who are horny with genuflection who are nearest the Throne of Grace.  Even the Pope (I speak in all reverence) must play billiards or trip a coranto now and then!

This is the schedule I vouch for: 

After breakfast:  2 pipes

At luncheon:  2 pipes

Before dinner:  2 pipes

Between dinner and bed:  10 to 12 pipes

(Cigars and cigarettes as occasion may require.)

The matter of smoking after dinner requires consideration.  If your meal is a heavy, stupefying anodyne, retracting all the humane energies from the skull in a forced abdominal mobilization to quell a plethora of food into subjection and assimilation, there is no power of speculation left in the top storeys.  You sink brutishly into an armchair, warm your legs at the fire, and let the leucocytes and phagocytes fight it out.  At such times smoking becomes purely mechanical.  You imbibe and exhale the fumes automatically.  The choicest aromatic blends are mere fuel.  Your eyes see, but your brain responds not.  The vital juices, generous currents, or whatever they are that animate the intelligence, are down below hatches fighting furiously to annex and drill into submission the alien and distracting mass of food that you have taken on board.  They are like stevedores, stowing the cargo for portability.  A little later, however, when this excellent work is accomplished, the bosun may trill his whistle, and the deck hands can be summoned back to the navigating bridge.  The mind casts off its corporeal hawsers and puts out to sea.  You begin once more to live as a rational composition of reason, emotion, and will.  The heavy dinner postpones and stultifies this desirable state.  Let it then be said that light dining is best:  a little fish or cutlets, white wine, macaroni and cheese, ice cream and coffee.  Such a regime restores the animal health, and puts you in vein for a continuance of intellect.

Smoking is properly an intellectual exercise.  It calls forth the choicest qualities of mind and soul.  It can only be properly conducted by a being in full possession of the five wits.  For those who are in pain, sorrow, or grievous perplexity it operates as a sovereign consoler, a balm and balsam to the harassed spirit; it calms the fretful, makes jovial the peevish.  Better than any ginseng in the herbal, does it combat fatigue and old age.  Well did Stevenson exhort virgins not to marry men who do not smoke.