The Musician’s Day.An Artist must regulate his life.This is the precise timetable of my daily acts.
I rise: at 07.18; inspired: from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14.
Constitutional ride around my estate: from 13.19 to 14.53. Further inspiration: from 15.12 to 16.07.
Various activites (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, swimming, etc.): from 16.21 to 18.47.
Dinner is served at 19.16 and ends at 19.20. Followed by symphonic readings, aloud: from 20.09 to 21.59.
I retire with regulatiry at 22.37. Once a week, I wake up with a start at 03.19 (on Tuesdays).
I eat only white victuals: eggs, sugar, grated bones; the fat of dead animals; veal, salt, coconuts, chicken cooked in white water, fruit mould, rice, turnips; camphorised sausage, pasta, cheese (cream), cotton salad and certain kinds of fish (without the skin).
I have my wine boiled, and drink it cold with fuschia juice. I am a hearty eater; but never speak while eating, for fear of strangling.
I breathe with care (a little at a time). I very rarely dance. When walking, I hold my sides, and stare fixedly behind me.
I look very serious, and if I laugh, it is never on purpose. I always apologise, and do so most affably.
I sleep with only one eye; I sleep very hard. My bed is round, with a hole to put my head through.
Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me a new one.
I have subscribed for many years to a fashion magazine. I wear a white cap, white stockings, and a white waistcoat.
My doctor has always told me to smoke. He adds to his advice:
"You should smoke, my friend: for if you don’t, someone else will smoke in your place."-Erik Satie
A Mammal’s Notebook
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