I am reading Juan Manuel de Prada’s novel, a thousand eyes hides the night, already in its second part, which is subtitled jail of darkness. And I see that in the dialogues of the Paris occupied by the Germans, from 1940 to 1944, Dr. Gregorio Marañón, whom he was not called a trapero of time, is called on time.
People wondered how a single man, in terms of medicine and history fundamentally, could produce so much. Including the numerous prologues he wrote for friends, who were looking for his name to sell more books, which is why he received the second name of Don Prolegorio.
The truth is that Don Gregorio only slept five hours, enough, and estimating how brief resting rest was the best to avoid insomnia and stay in full form. And he planned any day of life as if it were a trip: get up, the convenient ablutions, breakfast well, read the press of the world stage to comment on anything, leave home by car with driver, and make two or three visits to go to the dessert in the clinic. And then, lunch with a client, patient, friend, or even some enemy in the background, but not in shape.
In the middle of the day, with metabolized condiments of a castor food house or the ritz brunch, an hour of nap.
And then, the rest of the afternoon, give a conference – as one said, at 7 the days or give it to you. Already at night, frugal dinner, or stay at home, for a movie on TV: a film of those who really fill, like Thelma & Louise, or someone flew over the cuckoo’s nest. Good titles.