For if I could please myself…I would choose always to breakfast at exactly eight and to be at my desk by nine, there to read or write<\/strong> till one. If a cup of good tea or coffee<\/strong> could be brought me about eleven, so much the better. A step or so out of doors for a pint of beer<\/strong> would not do quite so well; for a man does not want to drink alone and if you meet a friend in the taproom the break is likely to be extended beyond its ten minutes. At one precisely lunch should be on the table; and by two at the latest I would be on the road. Not, except at rare intervals, with a friend<\/strong>. Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them.<\/p>\n The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four. Tea should be taken in solitude<\/strong>…for eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably. At five a man should be at work again, and at it till seven. Then, at the evening meal and after, comes the time for talk, or failing that, for lighter reading; and unless you are making a night of it with your cronies, there is no reasons why you should ever be in bed later than eleven. But when is a man to write his letters? You forget that I am describing the happy life I led with Kirk or the ideal life I would live now if I could. And it is an essential of the happy life that a man would have almost no mail and never dread the postman’s knock.<\/p>\n Such is my ideal, and such the (almost) was the reality of “settled, calm, Epicurean life.” It is no doubt for my own good that I have been so generally prevented from leading it, for it is a life almost entirely selfish.<\/strong><\/p>\n -C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy, p.143<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Every once in a while, one of these days comes along! I found this silly representative pic from back in May of 2009.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" C.S. Lewis on the perfect day: For if I could please myself…I would choose always to breakfast at exactly eight and to be at my desk by nine, there to read or write till one. If a cup of good tea or coffee could be brought me about eleven, so much the better. A step … <\/p>\n![\"\"](\"\/coffee_images\/perfect-day.jpg\")
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