how to live on 24 hours a day(一天24小时如何过活)-第5章
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man makes two…thirds of his existence subservient to one…third； for which
admittedly he has no absolutely feverish zest； how can he hope to live
fully and completely？ He cannot。
If my typical man wishes to live fully and completely he must； in his
mind； arrange a day within a day。 And this inner day； a Chinese box in a
larger Chinese box； must begin at 6 p。m。 and end at 10 a。m。 It is a day of
sixteen hours； and during all these sixteen hours he has nothing whatever
to do but cultivate his body and his soul and his fellow men。 During those
sixteen hours he is free； he is not a wage…earner； he is not preoccupied
with monetary cares； he is just as good as a man with a private income。
This must be his attitude。 And his attitude is all important。 His success in
life （much more important than the amount of estate upon what his
executors will have to pay estate duty） depends on it。
What？ You say that full energy given to those sixteen hours will lessen
the value of the business eight？ Not so。 On the contrary； it will assuredly
increase the value of the business eight。 One of the chief things which my
typical man has to learn is that the mental faculties are capable of a
continuous hard activity； they do not tire like an arm or a leg。 All they
want is changenot rest； except in sleep。
I shall now examine the typical man's current method of employing the
sixteen hours that are entirely his； beginning with his uprising。 I will
merely indicate things which he does and which I think he ought not to do；
postponing my suggestions for 〃planting〃 the times which I shall have
clearedas a settler clears spaces in a forest。
In justice to him I must say that he wastes very little time before he
leaves the house in the morning at 9。10。 In too many houses he gets up at
nine； breakfasts between 9。7 and 9。9 1/2； and then bolts。 But immediately
he bangs the front door his mental faculties； which are tireless； become
idle。 He walks to the station in a condition of mental coma。 Arrived there；
he usually has to wait for the train。 On hundreds of suburban stations
every morning you see men calmly strolling up and down platforms while
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railway companies unblushingly rob them of time； which is more than
money。 Hundreds of thousands of hours are thus lost every day simply
because my typical man thinks so little of time that it has never occurred
to him to take quite easy precautions against the risk of its loss。
He has a solid coin of time to spend every daycall it a sovereign。 He
must get change for it； and in getting change he is content to lose heavily。
Supposing that in selling him a ticket the company said； 〃We will
change you a sovereign； but we shall charge you three halfpence for doing
so；〃 what would my typical man exclaim？ Yet that is the equivalent of
what the company does when it robs him of five minutes twice a day。
You say I am dealing with minutiae。 I am。 And later on I will justify
myself。
Now will you kindly buy your paper and step into the train？
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V TENNIS AND THE
IMMORTAL SOUL
You get into the morning train with your newspaper； and you calmly
and majestically give yourself up to your newspaper。 You do not hurry。
You know you have at least half an hour of security in front of you。 As
your glance lingers idly at the advertisements of shipping and of songs on
the outer pages； your air is the air of a leisured man； wealthy in time； of a
man from some planet where there are a hundred and twenty…four hours a
day instead of twenty…four。 I am an impassioned reader of newspapers。 I
read five English and two French dailies； and the news…agents alone know
how many weeklies； regularly。 I am obliged to mention this personal fact
lest I should be accused of a prejudice against newspapers when I say that
I object to the reading of newspapers in the morning train。 Newspapers are
produced with rapidity； to be read with rapidity。 There is no place in my
daily programme for newspapers。 I read them as I may in odd moments。
But I do read them。 The idea of devoting to them thirty or forty
consecutive minutes of wonderful solitude （for nowhere can one more
perfectly immerse one's self in one's self than in a compartment full of
silent； withdrawn； smoking males） is to me repugnant。 I cannot possibly
allow you to scatter priceless pearls of time with such Oriental lavishness。
You are not the Shah of time。 Let me respectfully remind you that you
have no more time than I have。 No newspaper reading in trains！ I have
already 〃put by〃 about three…quarters of an hour for use。
Now you reach your office。 And I abandon you there till six o'clock。 I
am aware that you have nominally an hour （often in reality an hour and a
half） in the midst of the day； less than half of which time is given to eating。
But I will leave you all that to spend as you choose。 You may read your
newspapers then。
I meet you again as you emerge from your office。 You are pale and
tired。 At any rate； your wife says you are pale； and you give her to
understand that you are tired。 During the journey home you have been
gradually working up the tired feeling。 The tired feeling hangs heavy over
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the mighty suburbs of London like a virtuous and melancholy cloud；
particularly in winter。 You don't eat immediately on your arrival home。 But
in about an hour or so you feel as if you could sit up and take a little
nourishment。 And you do。 Then you smoke； seriously； you see friends；
you potter； you play cards； you flirt with a book； you note that old age is
creeping on； you take a stroll； you caress the piano。。。。 By Jove！ a quarter
past eleven。 You then devote quite forty minutes to thinking about going to
bed； and it is conceivable that you are acquainted with a genuinely good
whisky。 At last you go to bed； exhausted by the day's work。 Six hours；
probably more； have gone since you left the officegone like a dream；
gone like magic； unaccountably gone！
That is a fair sample case。 But you say： 〃It's all very well for you to
talk。 A man *is* tired。 A man must see his friends。 He can't always be on
the stretch。〃 Just so。 But when you arrange to go to the theatre （especially
with a pretty woman） what happens？ You rush to the suburbs； you spare
no toil to make yourself glorious in fine raiment； you rush back to town in
another train； you keep yourself on the stretch for four hours； if not five；
you take her home； you take yourself home。 You don't spend three…
quarters of an hour in 〃thinking about〃 going to bed。 You go。 Friends and
fatigue have equally been forgotten； and the evening has seemed so
exquisitely long （or perhaps too short）！ And do you remember that time
when you were persuaded to sing i
