January 28.
I AM an artist of the most artistic, the highest type. I have uncovered for myself the art that lies in obscure shadows. I have discovered the art of the day of small things.
And that surely is art with a capital "A."
I have acquired the art of Good Eating. Usually it is in the gray and elderly forties and fifties that people cultivate this art—if they ever do; it is indeed a rare art.
But I know it in all its rare exquisiteness at the young slim age of nineteen—which is one more mark of my genius, do you see?
The art of Good Eating has two essential points: one must eat only when one is hungry, and one must take small bites.
There are persons who eat for the sake of eating. They are gourmands,
