I quit smoking twenty-one years ago at the age of forty-three, having smoked a pack a day since I was fifteen. There were two benefits to my addiction: (1) the experience of quitting and (2) the revelation, in the glozing, lying tenacity of Lady Nicotine, of the only female characteristics that I have ever known in myself. Otherwise I'm all boy and always have been. So far, of course, as I can tell. I can only relate to what other men--most men that I know--have said, that they have impression that some part of themself is female. What exactly that impression is, of course--it having to do with the inherently mysterious female--they cannot exactly say. But they say it, and I believe them, having, fortunately, had the experience within myself of Lady Nicotine's controlling a part of my brain. Otherwise I should have said that they were just imagining it.