Showing posts with label w. somerset maugham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label w. somerset maugham. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Saturday, February 24, 2024
hooked
"Some read for pleasure, which is innocent; others read for instruction, which is praiseworthy; yet still others read out of habit, which is neither innocent nor praiseworthy."
- Somerset Maugham [1874-1965]
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
fair-weather friends
― W.Somerset Maugham [1874-1965]
Friday, July 2, 2010
Sunday, June 21, 2009
routine

W. Somerset Maugham [1874-1965], 1942
[His] day began at 8 A.M. with breakfast on a tray and the morning papers. He shaved in his bath, consulted with his Italian cook about the day's menus and then repaired to his den, where he wrote with a special fountain pen until precisely 12:45 P.M. "My brain is dead after 1 o'clock," Maugham decreed. The rest of the day unfolded with a one-martini lunch, a nap, golf or tennis, the cocktail hour and then a formal black-tie dinner, always with champagne. This rarely varied routine produced 74 novels, plays, collections of essays and short stories in 65 years at his writing desk.
- Alice W. Flaherty, The Midnight Disease, p.99
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