He noticed the cigar between the Chairman of the Board of Directors' fingers. His eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips into a smile. For a moment, he imagined that it was this cigar that was speaking, not the Chairman of the Board of Directors, and that the rising rings of smoke were this dignified, stately voice ringing in his ears. If he had also had a cigar in his hand, he would have been able to understand what the Chairman of the Board of Directors was saying.. A cigar understands a cigar! .!