tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953663789865975050.post6168899698709631372..comments2023-09-15T00:37:53.218-05:00Comments on St. Holger's Cigar Club: St. Helena OLG Cigar Clubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11980210441024251006noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953663789865975050.post-8707308145712950892011-09-20T17:06:01.594-05:002011-09-20T17:06:01.594-05:00I had to be a guillotine of some sort. Probably a ...I had to be a guillotine of some sort. Probably a single blade guillotine similar to this one:<br /><br />http://www.rubylane.com/item/256679-5214/Signed-Colonial-Dame-B-CigarJorgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07104942745247499312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953663789865975050.post-48359099778568047942011-09-20T12:55:52.809-05:002011-09-20T12:55:52.809-05:00"May I smoke?"
"Certainly!" sa..."May I smoke?"<br />"Certainly!" said Gregory, producing a cigar-case. "Try one of mine."<br />Syme took the cigar, clipped the end off with a cigar-cutter out of his waistcoat pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it slowly, and let out a long cloud of smoke. It is not a little to his credit that he performed these rites with so much composure, for almost before he had begun them the table at which he sat had begun to revolve, first slowly, and then rapidly, as if at an insane seance.<br />"You must not mind it," said Gregory; "it's a kind of screw."<br />"Quite so," said Syme placidly, "a kind of screw. How simple that is!"<br />The next moment the smoke of his cigar, which had been wavering across the room in snaky twists, went straight up as if from a factory chimney . . . ."<br />What kind of cutter did G. K. Chesterton have in mind when he wrote this in The Man who was Thursday?Andrew M. Greenwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17242573723573203387noreply@blogger.com