Anti-Smoking Nazis

Okay this story is a little crude but it is about C.S. Lewis and besides that it is way too funny to pass up. I’m lifting it in its entirety from this post at The Corner.

Mr. Derbyshire—Your post in the NR corner [yesterday] reminded me of a anecdote from A.N. Wilson’s biography of C.S. Lewis. The passage below concerns Lewis’ father Albert. I have transcribed from the book, so there may be a typo or two. ‘He was a master of the anecdote, a fund of improbable stories, many of which epitomized the tragicomedy of what it meant to be Irish. One of the more bizarre "wheezes" (as he habitually termed these stories and observations) concerned an occasion

when he was traveling in an old-fashioned train of the kind which had
no corridor, so that the passengers were imprisoned in their
compartments as long as the train was moving. He was not alone in the
compartment. He found himself opposite one other character, a
respectable-looking farmer in a tweed suit whose agitated manner was to
be explained by the demands of nature. When the train had rattled on
for a further few miles, and showed no signs of stopping at a station
where a lavatory might be available, the gentleman pulled down his
trousers, squatted on the floor of the railway carriage and defecated.
When this operation was complete, and the gentleman, fully clothed, was
once more seated opposite Albert Lewis, the smell in the compartment
was so powerful as to be almost nauseating. To vary, if not to drown
the odour, Albert Lewis got a pipe from his pocket and began to light
it. But at that point the stranger opposite, who had not spoken one
word during the entire journey, leaned forward and censoriously tapped
a sign on the window which read NO SMOKING."