<<Sitting here feeling like a fool -- I should be used to it by now>> I just don't get it.... what's funny? Unless, perhaps, you are making sport of the mouthings of a certain cunning linguist? Perhaps, Wilhelm von Humboldt, or maybe Ferdinand de Saussure? Surely, not Chomsky? n,n- , - snm <====<< Get it?
"Pipe smoking is the most protracted of all forms of tobacco consumption. It may explain why pipe smokers are generally regarded as patient men and philosophers." ~Jerome E. Brooks
Originally published in Sketches, Old and New, 1893
<<I don’t want any of your statistics; I took your whole batch and lit my pipe with it.
I hate your kind of people. You are always ciphering out how much a man’s health is injured, and how much his intellect is impaired, and how many pitiful dollars and cents he wastes in the course of ninety-two years’ indulgence in the fatal practice of smoking; and in the equally fatal practice of drinking coffee; and in playing billiards occasionally; and in taking a glass of wine at dinner, etc. etc. And you are always figuring out how many women have been burned to death because of the dangerous fashion of wearing expansive hoops, etc. etc. You never see more than one side of the question.
You are blind to the fact that most old men in America smoke and drink coffee, although, according to your theory, they ought to have died young; and that hearty old Englishmen drink wine and survive it, and portly old Dutchmen both drink and smoke freely, and yet grow older and fatter all the time. And you never try to find out how much solid comfort, relaxation, and enjoyment a man derives from smoking in the course of a lifetime (which is worth ten times the money he would save by letting it alone), nor the appalling aggregate of happiness lost in a lifetime by your kind of people from not smoking. Of course you can save money by denying yourself all those little vicious enjoyments for fifty years; but then what can you do with it? What use can you put it to? Money can’t save your infinitesimal soul. All the use that money can be put to is to purchase comfort and enjoyment in this life; therefore, as you are an enemy to comfort and enjoyment where is the use of accumulating cash?
It won’t do for you to say that you can use it to better purpose in furnishing a good table, and in charities, and in supporting tract societies, because you know yourself that you people who have no petty vices are never known to give away a cent, and that you stint yourselves so in the matter of food that you are always feeble and hungry. And you never dare to laugh in the daytime for fear some poor wretch, seeing you in a good humor, will try to borrow a dollar of you; and in church you are always down on your knees, with your ears buried in the cushion, when the contribution-box comes around; and you never give the revenue officers a full statement of your income. Now you know all these things yourself, don’t you? Very well, then, what is the use of your stringing out your miserable lives to a lean and withered old age? What is the use of your saving money that is so utterly worthless to you? In a word, why don’t you go off somewhere and die, and not be always trying to seduce people into becoming as ornery and unlovable as you are yourselves, by your villainous “moral statistics”?
Now, I don’t approve of dissipation, and I don’t indulge in it either; but I haven’t a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming petty vices. And so I don’t want to hear from you any more. I think you are the very same man who read me a long lecture last week about the degrading vice of smoking cigars, and then came back, in my absence, with your reprehensible fire-proof gloves on, and carried off my beautiful parlor stove.>>
There are two types of people in the world, those who think the glass is half full - and others who think the glass is half empty. I'm the type of person who wants to know "who peed in my glass?"
Some: Glass is half full Others: Glass is half empty Me: Someone’s gonna knock the glass off the table And so I have lived my life. So, I empathize.…..
Here are some particularly incisive quotations about pipe smoking that cut to deeper truths:
**Mark Twain**: “A pipe is the fountain of contemplation, the source of pleasure, the companion of the wise.” This captures how pipe smoking becomes intertwined with reflection and intellectual life.
**J.R.R. Tolkien**: “A pipe is to the troubled soul what caresses are to the troubled body.” Tolkien understood the ritualistic, almost therapeutic aspect of pipe smoking.
**Albert Einstein**: “Pipe smoking contributes to a somewhat calm and objective judgment in all human affairs.” Einstein recognized how the deliberate pace of pipe smoking can influence one’s mental state and decision-making.
**Bertrand Russell**: “The pipe draws wisdom from the lips of the philosopher, and shuts up the mouth of the foolish.” This wittily suggests that pipe smoking encourages measured thought over hasty speech.
**J.M. Barrie**: “The most exquisite pleasure in the world is lighting up a pipe and finding it draws well.” Barrie captures the simple but profound satisfaction of the ritual done right.
What makes these particularly penetrating is how they recognize pipe smoking as more than just tobacco consumption - they see it as a practice that shapes thinking, creates space for reflection, and becomes part of one’s intellectual and emotional rhythm. The best observations about pipe smoking tend to focus on its contemplative qualities and the way it slows down modern life’s frantic pace.
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<<Sitting here feeling like a fool -- I should be used to it by now>>
I just don't get it.... what's funny?
Unless, perhaps, you are making sport of the mouthings of a certain cunning linguist?
Perhaps, Wilhelm von Humboldt, or maybe Ferdinand de Saussure?
Surely, not Chomsky?
n,n-
Looks like I got tagged for off-topic for my comment...
"Pipe smoking is the most protracted of all forms of tobacco consumption. It may explain why pipe smokers are generally regarded as patient men and philosophers."
~Jerome E. Brooks
Quote about pipe smoking
The ultimate Mark Twain quote!
“The Moral Statistician”
Originally published in Sketches, Old and New, 1893
<<I don’t want any of your statistics; I took your whole batch and lit my pipe with it.
I hate your kind of people. You are always ciphering out how much a man’s health is injured, and how much his intellect is impaired, and how many pitiful dollars and cents he wastes in the course of ninety-two years’ indulgence in the fatal practice of smoking; and in the equally fatal practice of drinking coffee; and in playing billiards occasionally; and in taking a glass of wine at dinner, etc. etc. And you are always figuring out how many women have been burned to death because of the dangerous fashion of wearing expansive hoops, etc. etc. You never see more than one side of the question.
You are blind to the fact that most old men in America smoke and drink coffee, although, according to your theory, they ought to have died young; and that hearty old Englishmen drink wine and survive it, and portly old Dutchmen both drink and smoke freely, and yet grow older and fatter all the time. And you never try to find out how much solid comfort, relaxation, and enjoyment a man derives from smoking in the course of a lifetime (which is worth ten times the money he would save by letting it alone), nor the appalling aggregate of happiness lost in a lifetime by your kind of people from not smoking. Of course you can save money by denying yourself all those little vicious enjoyments for fifty years; but then what can you do with it? What use can you put it to? Money can’t save your infinitesimal soul. All the use that money can be put to is to purchase comfort and enjoyment in this life; therefore, as you are an enemy to comfort and enjoyment where is the use of accumulating cash?
It won’t do for you to say that you can use it to better purpose in furnishing a good table, and in charities, and in supporting tract societies, because you know yourself that you people who have no petty vices are never known to give away a cent, and that you stint yourselves so in the matter of food that you are always feeble and hungry. And you never dare to laugh in the daytime for fear some poor wretch, seeing you in a good humor, will try to borrow a dollar of you; and in church you are always down on your knees, with your ears buried in the cushion, when the contribution-box comes around; and you never give the revenue officers a full statement of your income.
Now you know all these things yourself, don’t you? Very well, then, what is the use of your stringing out your miserable lives to a lean and withered old age? What is the use of your saving money that is so utterly worthless to you? In a word, why don’t you go off somewhere and die, and not be always trying to seduce people into becoming as ornery and unlovable as you are yourselves, by your villainous “moral statistics”?
Now, I don’t approve of dissipation, and I don’t indulge in it either; but I haven’t a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming petty vices. And so I don’t want to hear from you any more. I think you are the very same man who read me a long lecture last week about the degrading vice of smoking cigars, and then came back, in my absence, with your reprehensible fire-proof gloves on, and carried off my beautiful parlor stove.>>
Some: Glass is half full
Others: Glass is half empty
Me: Someone’s gonna knock the glass off the table
And so I have lived my life.
So, I empathize.…..