Section 130. GOETHE’S DAILY LIFE AT WEIMAR. II.
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The same door leads into a bedroom; it is a[1] closet with a window. A simple bed, an arm-chair by[2] its side, and a tiny washing-table, with a small white basin on it and a sponge, is[3] all the furniture.
From the other side of the study we enter the library, which should[4] rather be called a lumber-room of books. Rough[5] deal shelves hold the books with[6] bits of paper, on which are written “philosophy,” “history,” “poetry,” etc., to mark the classification. He rose at seven [o’clock], sometimes[7] earlier, after a sound and prolonged[8] sleep; for like Thorwaldsen[9] he had a “talent for sleeping,” only surpassed (S. 7, N. 3, B) by[10] his talent for[11] continuous work. Till eleven he worked without any interruption. A cup of chocolate was then[12] brought, and[13] he resumed work till one. At two he dined. This[14] meal was the important meal of the day. His appetite was immense. Even on the days when[15] he complained of not being hungry, he ate much more than most men. Puddings, sweets[16], and cakes were always welcome. He sat[17] a long while over his wine, chatting[18] gaily to some friend or other—for he never dined alone—or to one of the actors, whom he had often with[19] him, after dinner, to read over their parts, and to take[20] his instructions.