Epicurism

And so away to Stevenage, and staid till a showre was over, and so rode easily to Welling, where we supped well, and had two beds in the room and so lay single, and still remember it that of all the nights that ever I slept in my life I never did pass a night with more epicurism of sleep; there being now and then a noise of people stirring that waked me, and then it was a very rainy night, and then I was a little weary, that what between waking and then sleeping again, one after another, I never had so much content in all my life, and so my wife says it was with her.

Samuel Pepys, diary entry for Monday 23 September 1661

Has anyone else ever managed to write quite like this about sleeping and waking? Entries like this are why I have Pepys’ diary amongst my Bloglines feeds.

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