If most people smoked pipes, peace would dominate the world. All the world's people would be sufficiently concerned about not having their pipes and pipe racks blown to bits, their quiet time interrupted by annoying bomb blasts, and their necessary pipe-smoking anatomy mutilated, that war would be unthinkable. The idea of delicious tobaccos like Syrian Latakia being disrupted by shabby devastating warfare would make everyone cringe. Sometimes it is those little spurs that remind people to talk-talk rather than war-war, and have a nice bowl of Balkan blend (or whatever they like) as they settle things.




