Published November 15, 2002

“I saw them again the other day, shivering in the cold, in the rain, without jackets or coats. … They are the punished, the shamed. They are the Smokers. As they stood there–I imagined a wreath of smoke curling round their shoulders like the wooden collar of the stocks of the 17th century–I thought: Why don’t we stop this?”

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