News Desk: Postscript: Christopher Hitchens, 1949-2011 : The New Yorker
“It’s the fags that’ll get me in the end, I know it,” he said once, at one of our lunches, tossing his pack of Rothmans onto the table with an air of contempt. This was back when you could smoke at a restaurant. As the Nanny State and Mayor Bloomberg extended their ruler-bearing, knuckle-rapping hand across the landscape, Christopher’s smoking became an act of guerrilla warfare. Much as I wish he had never inhaled, it made for great spectator sport.
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Eulogy for Christopher Hitchens by Christopher Buckley – among other things, the author of Thank You for Smoking.
