“I don’t understand it,” Hans Castorp said. “I never understand how anybody can not smoke – it deprives a man of the best part of life, so to speak – or at least of a first class pleasure. When I wake up in the morning, I feel glad at the thought of being able to smoke all day, and when I eat, I look forward to smoking afterwards; I might almost say I only eat for the sake of being able to smoke – though of course that is more or less an exaggeration. But a day without tobacco would be flat, stale and unprofitable, as far as I’m concerned. If I had to say to myself to-morrow: “No smoking to-day”- I believe I shouldn’t find the courage to get up – on my honor, I’s stop in bed. But when a man ha s a good cigar in his mouth- of course it mustn’t have a side draught or no not draw well, that is extremely irritating – but with a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him- literally. It just like lying on the beach: when you lie on the beach, why, you lie on the beach, don’t you? – you don’t require anything else, in the line of work or amusement either.- People smoke all over the world, thank goodness; there is nowhere could get to, so far as I know, where the habit hasn’t penetrated. Even polar expeditions fit themselves out with supplies of tobacco to help them carry on. 

P.S. Cigars are not my cup of tea, but rollies are.