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How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day

Episode 1

his preface,though placed at the beginning,as a preface must be,should be read at the end of the book.

I have received a large amount of correspondence concerning this small work,and many reviews of it--some of them nearly as long as the book itself--have been printed.But scarcely any of the comment has been adverse.Some people have objected to a frivolity of tone;but as the tone is not,in my opinion,at all frivolous,this objection did not impress me;and had no weightier reproach been put forward I might almost have been persuaded that the volume was flawless!A more serious stricture has,however,been offered--not in the press,but by sundry obviously sincere correspondents--and I must deal with it.A reference to page 43will show that I anticipated and feared this disapprobation.The sentence against which protests have been made is as follows:--"In the majority of instances he [the typical man]does not precisely feel a passion for his business;at best he does not dislike it.He begins his business functions with some reluctance,as late as he can,and he ends them with joy,as early as he can.And his engines,while he is engaged in his business,are seldom at their full 'h.p.'"I am assured,in accents of unmistakable sincerity,that there are many business men--not merely those in high positions or with fine prospects,but modest subordinates with no hope of ever being much better off--who do enjoy their business functions,who do not shirk them,who do not arrive at the office as late as possible and depart as early as possible,who,in a word,put the whole of their force into their day's work and are genuinely fatigued at the end thereof.

I am ready to believe it.I do believe it.I know it.I always knew it.Both in London and in the provinces it has been my lot to spend long years in subordinate situations of business;and the fact did not escape me that a certain proportion of my peers showed what amounted to an honest passion for their duties,and that while engaged in those duties they were really *living*to the fullest extent of which they were capable.But I remain convinced that these fortunate and happy individuals (happier perhaps than they guessed)did not and do not constitute a majority,or anything like a majority.I remain convinced that the majority of decent average conscientious men of business (men with aspirations and ideals)do not as a rule go home of a night genuinely tired.I remain convinced that they put not as much but as little of themselves as they conscientiously can into the earning of a livelihood,and that their vocation bores rather than interests them.

Nevertheless,I admit that the minority is of sufficient importance to merit attention,and that I ought not to have ignored it so completely as I did do.The whole difficulty of the hard-working minority was put in a single colloquial sentence by one of my correspondents.He wrote:"I am just as keen as anyone on doing something to 'exceed my programme,'but allow me to tell you that when I get home at six thirty p.m.I am not anything like so fresh as you seem to imagine."Now I must point out that the case of the minority,who throw themselves with passion and gusto into their daily business task,is infinitely less deplorable than the case of the majority,who go half-heartedly and feebly through their official day.The former are less in need of advice "how to live."At any rate during their official day of,say,eight hours they are really alive;their engines are giving the full indicated "h.p."The other eight working hours of their day may be badly organised,or even frittered away;but it is less disastrous to waste eight hours a day than sixteen hours a day;it is better to have lived a bit than never to have lived at all.

The real tragedy is the tragedy of the man who is braced to effort neither in the office nor out of it,and to this man this book is primarily addressed."But,"says the other and more fortunate man,"although my ordinary programme is bigger than his,I want to exceed my programme too!I am living a bit;I want to live more.

Episode 2

But I really can't do another day's work on the top of my official day."The fact is,I,the author,ought to have foreseen that I should appeal most strongly to those who already had an interest in existence.It is always the man who has tasted life who demands more of it.And it is always the man who never gets out of bed who is the most difficult to rouse.

Well,you of the minority,let us assume that the intensity of your daily money-getting will not allow you to carry out quite all the suggestions in the following pages.Some of the suggestions may yet stand.I admit that you may not be able to use the time spent on the journey home at night;but the suggestion for the journey to the office in the morning is as practicable for you as for anybody.

And that weekly interval of forty hours,from Saturday to Monday,is yours just as much as the other man's,though a slight accumulation of fatigue may prevent you from employing the whole of your "h.p."upon it.There remains,then,the important portion of the three or more evenings a week.You tell me flatly that you are too tired to do anything outside your programme at night.In reply to which I tell you flatly that if your ordinary day's work is thus exhausting,then the balance of your life is wrong and must be adjusted.A man's powers ought not to be monopolised by his ordinary day's work.What,then,is to be done?

The obvious thing to do is to circumvent your ardour for your ordinary day's work by a ruse.Employ your engines in something beyond the programme before,and not after,you employ them on the programme itself.Briefly,get up earlier in the morning.You say you cannot.You say it is impossible for you to go earlier to bed of a night--to do so would upset the entire household.I do not think it is quite impossible to go to bed earlier at night.I think that if you persist in rising earlier,and the consequence is insufficiency of sleep,you will soon find a way of going to bed earlier.But my impression is that the consequences of rising earlier will not be an insufficiency of sleep.My impression,growing stronger every year,is that sleep is partly a matter of habit--and of slackness.I am convinced that most people sleep as long as they do because they are at a loss for any other diversion.How much sleep do you think is daily obtained by the powerful healthy man who daily rattles up your street in charge of Carter Patterson's van?I have consulted a doctor on this point.He is a doctor who for twenty-four years has had a large general practice in a large flourishing suburb of London,inhabited by exactly such people as you and me.He is a curt man,and his answer was curt:

"Most people sleep themselves stupid."

He went on to give his opinion that nine men out of ten would have better health and more fun out of life if they spent less time in bed.

Other doctors have confirmed this judgment,which,of course,does not apply to growing youths.

Rise an hour,an hour and a half,or even two hours earlier;and--if you must--retire earlier when you can.In the matter of exceeding programmes,you will accomplish as much in one morning hour as in two evening hours."But,"you say,"I couldn't begin without some food,and servants."Surely,my dear sir,in an age when an excellent spirit-lamp (including a saucepan)can be bought for less than a shilling,you are not going to allow your highest welfare to depend upon the precarious immediate co-operation of a fellow creature!Instruct the fellow creature,whoever she may be,at night.Tell her to put a tray in a suitable position over night.On that tray two biscuits,a cup and saucer,a box of matches and a spirit-lamp;on the lamp,the saucepan;on the saucepan,the lid--but turned the wrong way up;on the reversed lid,the small teapot,containing a minute quantity of tea leaves.You will then have to strike a match--that is all.In three minutes the water boils,and you pour it into the teapot (which is already warm).In three more minutes the tea is infused.You can begin your day while drinking it.These details may seem trivial to the foolish,but to the thoughtful they will not seem trivial.The proper,wise balancing of one's whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.

Episode 3

"Yes,he's one of those men that don't know how to manage.

Good situation.Regular income.Quite enough for luxuries as well as needs.Not really extravagant.And yet the fellow's always in difficulties.Somehow he gets nothing out of his money.Excellent flat--half empty!Always looks as if he'd had the brokers in.New suit--old hat!Magnificent necktie--baggy trousers!Asks you to dinner:cut glass--bad mutton,or Turkish coffee--cracked cup!He can't understand it.Explanation simply is that he fritters his income away.Wish I had the half of it!I'd show him--"So we have most of us criticised,at one time or another,in our superior way.

We are nearly all chancellors of the exchequer:it is the pride of the moment.Newspapers are full of articles explaining how to live on such-and-such a sum,and these articles provoke a correspondence whose violence proves the interest they excite.Recently,in a daily organ,a battle raged round the question whether a woman can exist nicely in the country on L85a year.I have seen an essay,"How to live on eight shillings a week."But I have never seen an essay,"How to live on twenty-four hours a day."Yet it has been said that time is money.That proverb understates the case.Time is a great deal more than money.If you have time you can obtain money--usually.But though you have the wealth of a cloak-room attendant at the Carlton Hotel,you cannot buy yourself a minute more time than I have,or the cat by the fire has.

Philosophers have explained space.They have not explained time.It is the inexplicable raw material of everything.With it,all is possible;without it,nothing.The supply of time is truly a daily miracle,an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it.You wake up in the morning,and lo!your purse is magically filled with twenty-four hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your life!It is yours.It is the most precious of possessions.A highly singular commodity,showered upon you in a manner as singular as the commodity itself!

For remark!No one can take it from you.It is unstealable.And no one receives either more or less than you receive.

Talk about an ideal democracy!In the realm of time there is no aristocracy of wealth,and no aristocracy of intellect.Genius is never rewarded by even an extra hour a day.And there is no punishment.Waste your infinitely precious commodity as much as you will,and the supply will never be withheld from you.Mo mysterious power will say:--"This man is a fool,if not a knave.He does not deserve time;he shall be cut off at the meter."It is more certain than consols,and payment of income is not affected by Sundays.Moreover,you cannot draw on the future.Impossible to get into debt!You can only waste the passing moment.You cannot waste to-morrow;it is kept for you.You cannot waste the next hour;it is kept for you.

I said the affair was a miracle.Is it not?

You have to live on this twenty-four hours of daily time.Out of it you have to spin health,pleasure,money,content,respect,and the evolution of your immortal soul.Its right use,its most effective use,is a matter of the highest urgency and of the most thrilling actuality.All depends on that.Your happiness--the elusive prize that you are all clutching for,my friends!--depends on that.Strange that the newspapers,so enterprising and up-to-date as they are,are not full of "How to live on a given income of time,"instead of "How to live on a given income of money"!Money is far commoner than time.When one reflects,one perceives that money is just about the commonest thing there is.It encumbers the earth in gross heaps.

If one can't contrive to live on a certain income of money,one earns a little more--or steals it,or advertises for it.One doesn't necessarily muddle one's life because one can't quite manage on a thousand pounds a year;one braces the muscles and makes it guineas,and balances the budget.But if one cannot arrange that an income of twenty-four hours a day shall exactly cover all proper items of expenditure,one does muddle one's life definitely.The supply of time,though gloriously regular,is cruelly restricted.

Which of us lives on twenty-four hours a day?And when I say "lives,"I do not mean exists,nor "muddles through."Which of us is free from that uneasy feeling that the "great spending departments"of his daily life are not managed as they ought to be?Which of us is quite sure that his fine suit is not surmounted by a shameful hat,or that in attending to the crockery he has forgotten the quality of the food?Which of us is not saying to himself--which of us has not been saying to himself all his life:"I shall alter that when I have a little more time"?

We never shall have any more time.We have,and we have always had,all the time there is.It is the realisation of this profound and neglected truth (which,by the way,I have not discovered)that has led me to the minute practical examination of daily time-expenditure.

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