If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
LOL, that’s classic!This is what makes me feel super manly and might even be considered today as an example of toxic masculinity :
OK, my 2c, it is not the tobacco but the preparation. Carving up a plug tobacco with your trusty Bowie hunting knife must be the path to manliness!!
It's a big world, and there is room for all manner of styles and tastes, yet I cannot for a moment imagine anyone enjoying this. It is downright brutal in its assault on the senses, and brings shame to our gentle art.