This is awesome.
(via bronxbanter)
One of our lunches, at Café Milano, the Rick’s Café of Washington, began at 1 P.M., and ended at 11:30 P.M. At about nine o’clock (though my memory is somewhat hazy), he said, “Should we order more food?” I somehow crawled home, where I remained under medical supervision for several weeks, packed in ice with a morphine drip. Christopher probably went home that night and wrote a biography of Orwell. His stamina was as epic as his erudition and wit.
Alec Baldwin’s New York Times Magazine cover
Is it just me, or does his pose scream for a cigarette? Not trying to corrupt the kids, but…
Smoking per U.S. adult (note: not counting underage smokers) declined from 1973 to 1994.
But Americans smoked more in 1994 than they did in 1941.
Photo from The Atlantic
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