A Musician's Day
An artist must regulate his life. Here is my precise schedule. I rise at 7:18; am inspired from 10:30 to 11:47. I lunch at 12:11 and leave the table at 12:14. A healthy horse-back ride on my property from 1:19 to 2:35. Another round of inspiration from 3:12 to 4:07.
From 5:00 to 6:47 various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, swimming, etc.) .
Dinner is served at 7:16 and finished at 7:20. Afterwards from 8:09 to 9:59 symphonic readings out loud.
I go to bed regularly at 10:37. Once a week I wake up with a start at 3:14 a.m. (Tuesdays.)
I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (the white varieties) , cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (skinned).
I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with fuchsia juice. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling.
I breathe carefully (a little bit at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my sides and look steadily behind me.
Being of serious demeanour, it is unintentional when I laugh. I always apologize very affably.
I sleep with only one eye closed; I sleep very hard. My bed is round with a hole for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.
For a long time I have subscribed for a fashion magazine. I wear a white cap, white socks and a white vest.
My doctor has always told me to smoke. He even explains himself: "Smoke my friend. Otherwise someone else will smoke in your place." (Mémoires d'un amnésique.)
— Erik Satie