I LIKE TO THINK OF FIRE HELD IN A MAN'S HAND. FIRE, A DANGEROUS FORCE, TAMED AT HIS FINGERTIPS. I OFTEN WONDER ABOUT THE HOURS WHEN A MAN SITS ALONE, WATCHING THE SMOKE OF A CIGARETTE, THINKING. I WONDER WHAT GREAT THINGS HAVE COME FROM SUCH HOURS. WHEN A MAN THINKS, THERE IS A SPOT OF FIRE ALIVE IN HIS MIND--AND IT IS PROPER THAT HE SHOULD HAVE THE BURNING POINT OF A CIGARETTE AS HIS ONE EXPRESSION.
