In her slim and jaunty new graphic novella, “These Things Ain’t Gonna Smoke Themselves,” the cartoonist Emily Flake riffs on her perverse, self-destructive habit for an audience of willful creative types like herself who know cigarettes are bad for them but can’t bear to join the ranks of safe, tedious noninhalers.

Many a glass of wine have we all of us drank, I have very little doubt, hob-and-nobbing with the hospitable giver, and wondering how the deuce he paid for it.]

Forget not yet the gret aſſays the cruell wrong the ſkornfull ways the paynfull pacyence in denays […]

Explicit Instructions for taking the dog through kindergarten and finishing school of trickdom.