Chapter LXXIX
_Hygiene, Conduct, Morals._--Jean 300, my mother 200, myself 300,--800 francs a month. To work from six in the morning, on an empty stomach, till noon. To work blindly, aimlessly, like a madman. We shall see the result.
I suppose I base my destiny on a few hours' uninterrupted toil.
All is reparable. There is still time. Who knows even if new pleasure...?
I have not yet known the pleasure of a project carried out.
Power of the fixed idea, power of hope.
The habit of doing one's duty drives out fear.
One must wish to dream and know how to dream. The summoning of inspiration. The Art of Magic. To set myself immediately to writing. I reason too much.
Immediate work, even poor, is worth more than dreams.
A procession of little wishes makes a mighty end.
Every recoil of the will is a particle of lost substance. How prodigal, then, is hesitation! And judge of the greatness of the final effort needed to repair so many losses!
The man who prays in the evening, is a captain who posts his sentinels. He can sleep.
Dreams of death and warnings.
Up to now I have enjoyed my memories alone; they must be shared with another. Make a passion of the joys of the heart.
Because I comprehend a glorious existence, I believe myself capable of realizing it. O Jean-Jacques!
Work forcibly engenders good habits, sobriety and chastity, consequently health, wealth, successive and progressive genius, and charity. Age quod agis.
Fish, cold baths, showers, lichen, lozenges, occasionally; in addition, suppression of everything exciting.
Island Lichen 125 grams
White sugar 250 "
Steep the lichen, for twelve or fifteen hours, in a sufficient quantity of cold water, then drain the water. Boil the lichen in two liters of water, on a slow and continuous flame, until the two liters have dwindled to one, remove the scum once; then add the 250 grams of sugar and allow it to thicken to the consistency of syrup. Allow it to cool again. Take a large tablespoonful three times daily, morning, noon, and night. Do not be afraid to increase the dose, if the crises become too frequent.
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