"My first thought was always a cigarette. It still is, but I haven't cheated"
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Addiction gets smuggled in as a punchline: a “first thought” that arrives automatically, like muscle memory, paired with the oddly tender confession of fidelity. Pohl’s line works because it refuses the triumphal arc people expect from recovery stories. He doesn’t claim the craving vanishes. He admits it’s still the opening move of his mind, the reflex that tries to restore the old order. What changes is not desire but governance.
The second clause is where the wit turns surgical: “I haven’t cheated” reframes smoking not as a habit but as an affair. That metaphor does two things at once. It gives abstinence a moral vocabulary (cheating, vows, betrayal) without preaching, and it exposes how intimate the relationship with nicotine really was. Cigarettes aren’t only chemicals; they’re rituals, pauses, permission slips. Calling relapse “cheating” hints at the secretive, self-justifying behavior that often accompanies it, the way addiction recruits language to make backsliding sound harmless.
Pohl, a science-fiction writer steeped in mid-century American normalcy, also taps a specific cultural backdrop: an era when cigarettes were both omnipresent and glamorous, then abruptly recast as lethal. His sentence sits in that historical whiplash. It’s the voice of someone who lived through the marketing, the ubiquity, the later shame, and has landed on a hard-earned realism: recovery isn’t purity. It’s restraint, practiced daily, with the old romance still knocking.
The second clause is where the wit turns surgical: “I haven’t cheated” reframes smoking not as a habit but as an affair. That metaphor does two things at once. It gives abstinence a moral vocabulary (cheating, vows, betrayal) without preaching, and it exposes how intimate the relationship with nicotine really was. Cigarettes aren’t only chemicals; they’re rituals, pauses, permission slips. Calling relapse “cheating” hints at the secretive, self-justifying behavior that often accompanies it, the way addiction recruits language to make backsliding sound harmless.
Pohl, a science-fiction writer steeped in mid-century American normalcy, also taps a specific cultural backdrop: an era when cigarettes were both omnipresent and glamorous, then abruptly recast as lethal. His sentence sits in that historical whiplash. It’s the voice of someone who lived through the marketing, the ubiquity, the later shame, and has landed on a hard-earned realism: recovery isn’t purity. It’s restraint, practiced daily, with the old romance still knocking.
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