Now came for a time a blessed relief, not that is from any of the major
burdens, but from my most pressing necessities. Orders flowed in from
all quarters, and I found the utmost difficulty in keeping pace with
them. I used to get up at half-past two or three in the morning, and
after making myself a cup of tea get to work with such furious energy,
that I look back upon it now with utter amazement. Many and many a time
I have done what anybody might consider a really good day's work before
breakfast-_time_ (I never had any breakfast) or say eight o'clock, when
I must needs wash and dress and rush off to my office work where I was
due at nine. By the time one o'clock came, I had a decent appetite
which I stayed very cheaply, my early experience now standing me in
good stead. A half-penny loaf, a pennyworth of cheese, a half-penny
beetroot or a penny tomato with a half a pint of mother-in-law (stout
and bitter) to wash it down with, used to make me a very good meal at
a cost of threepence or fourpence. Or I would, if flush of money, have
a quarter of boiled pork and a ha'porth of pease pudding, which with
a halfpenny loaf or a ha'porth of potatoes made a sumptuous meal and
one that I enjoyed far more than any elaborate banquets I have ever
attended since. And the total cost never exceeded sixpence.
Such meals had a relish all their own, and if business drove me to a
cook-shop for the orthodox cut off the joint and two vegetables for
sixpence, I never enjoyed it as well, with one exception. A local
cook-shop made a speciality of stewed steak, at least that is what
they called it, though it was really shin of beef, and it was very
good and satisfying, with plenty of thick brown gravy. They only
charged fourpence for it, so that with a pennyworth of potatoes and a
pennyworth of pudding afterwards I could make a really good meal for
sixpence. Here I learned what was of great use to me, a lesson that I
now see inculcated on every hand, how small a quantity of food the body
really needs to do good work upon, and conversely how much more food
than is really necessary the average man or woman does consume. But I
cannot take any credit for this learning, for like so many other useful
lessons conveyed to us it was compulsory, I had no choice but to learn
it. The result has been at any rate that the "pleasures of the table"
have never since then meant anything to me, one plain meal in the
middle of the day sufficing for all my needs, and keeping me in such
health as the results of my overwork will allow me.
Still I should be very sorry to go about endeavouring to force other
people to go and do likewise, because I have learned very thoroughly
how great a factor is individuality, and how true is the old proverb
that one man's meat is another man's poison. And I humbly think that if
some of our vociferous propagandists would learn that lesson also it
would be much better for the general peace.
CHAPTER XI
NEARING THE END
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account