“The smoke went in a great volume down into my stomach, my lungs, even into the uttermost parts of my frame. I exploded one mighty cough, and it was as if Vesuvius had let go.
“For the next five minutes I smoked at every pore, like a frame house that is on fire on the inside… The smoke had a vile taste, and the taste of a thousand… tongues that remained on that brass mouthpiece was viler still.”
