Yesterday I went to TKC for my appointment with Dr. Gruman. He was very complimentary about my quitting smoking, and said I looked wonderful. I just wish this craving would go away. The feeling is something on the order of having lost one's best friend. No comfort. No one to talk to. Cold and lonesome.

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Toward the end of Post Captain, there's a scene where Stephen says to Jack, "Come, brother. Here is too much blood altogether." And the tears roll down my face.