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Scaper, "Ida, don't tell me I have to like my life. I don't
like my life. I have to live it, but I don't have to like it.
And I don't like my job either, but I'd still like to get
there before noon." At the breakfast table, Ida was
reading aloud from Like Your Life!, now in its sixteenth
week on the bestseller list—a good reason, thought
Sniffell, for the author to be pretty fond at least of his
own.
"All I'm saying is, make a list," prescribed Ida, "of
seven little things you could do that would give you
pleasure, then do one of them today, and one more
every day after that. Learn the habit of happiness."
The first little thing that came into Sniffell's mind was
the thought of spooning arsenic into his wife's cereal; the
habit of happiness was obviously too dangerous for him
to cultivate. So he just said, "Pass the sugar." He
scooped it out despite the news that it was a serious
health hazard and that the cereal was 90 percent sugar
already. "Who cares?" he told Ida.
Sleepers wake. Sidney Blossom woke when a
phone sang into his cottage, the reconverted Dingley
Falls train depot. "Sid? This is Kate.