Never-again Land: J. M. Barrie's My Lady Nicotine (1896)
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Something in the first chapter that hits home for me: how much better smoking is in retrospect than reality.
The memory of the perfect cigarette never goes away: on the porch on a sunny day, with a book and coffee/a cold beer; outside at the party, talking and trying to get laid; 2 am at your desk, one more smoke and this sentence will say what I mean.
Then as soon as you break and light one up, the romance vanishes completely.