n hours, with the result that, even if he does not waste
them, he does not count them; he regards them simply as margin.

This general attitude is utterly illogical and unhealthy, since it
formally gives the central prominence to a patch of time and a bunch of
activities which the man's one idea is to "get through" and have "done
with." If a man makes two-thirds of his existence subservient to
one-third, for which admittedly he has no absolutely feverish zest, how
can he hope to live fully and completely? He cannot.

If my typical man wishes to live fully and completely he must, in his
mind, arrange a day within a day. And this inner day, a Chinese box in
a larger Chinese box, must begin at 6 p.m. and end at 10 a.m. It is a
day of sixteen hours; and during all these sixteen hours he has nothing
whatever to do but cultivate his body and his soul and his fellow men.
During those sixteen hours he is free; he is not a wage-earner; he is
not preoccupied with monetary cares; he is just as good as a man with a
private income. This must be his attitude. And his attitude is all
important. His success in life (much more important than the amount of
estate upon what his executors will have to pay estate duty) depends on
it.

What? You say that full energy given to those sixteen hours will
lessen the value of the business eight? Not so. On the contrary, it
will assuredly increase the value of the business eight. One of the
chief things which my typical man has to learn is that the mental
faculties are capable of a continuous hard activity; they do not tire
like an arm or a leg. All they want is change--not rest, except in
sleep.

I shall now examine the typical man's current method of employing the
sixteen hours that are entirely his, beginning with his uprising. I
will merely indicate things which he does and which I think he ought
not to do, postponing my suggestions for "planting" the times which I
shall have cleared--as a settler clears spaces in a forest.

In justice to him I must say that he wastes very little time before he
leaves the house in the morning at 9.10. In too many houses he gets up
at nine, breakfasts between 9.7 and 9.9 1/2, and then bolts. But
immediately he bangs the front door his mental faculties, which are
tireless, become idle. He walks to the station in a condition of
mental coma. Arrived there, he usually has to wait for the train. On
hundreds of suburban stations every morning you se