What was going on more than half a century ago in then-quaint Spain? Folks on tenterhooks over smoking-or-not-to-smoke. A bright and beautiful Dutch princess falling for “young Spanish marqués of excellent lineage and large fortune”. Jeers and brawls in the bullring. Boni, the overly-amorous elephant sending his 16-ton dancing partner, Barbati, tripping and falling over spectators at the circus.
The last four kings of England, died from cigarette smoking: from emphysema, Edward VII, heart disease, George V, lung cancer, George VI, and throat cancer, Edward VIII, later Duke of Windsor. The person who smokes is deliberately and consciously shortening his life, perhaps even to the extent of halving it. But if you can’t live like a king, what’s the point in dying like one?