Alas, Poor William! I knew him, reader: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath provided me smoke back a thousand times;
Well, maybe not quite yet - this meerschaum is still unsmoked, after all. A shame, really, that someone passed up on the chance. How often does one in life get to draw a contemplative smoke straight from a great playwright's head, after all?
- Eric N. Squires