The future seemed glum. He had been told that he could not go back to Cambridge for the autumn term. Nevertheless, he was wonderfully brave and cheerful. He told me that the doctors had told him not to smoke, but that he was not going to obey them. "If I did, I know that I should be unbearably bad-tempered. What an infliction on my friends. Better to die cheerfully with the aid of a little tobacco, than to live disagreeably and remorseful without."
- from Jack: A Life of CS Lewis
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