Bucket of Black Snakes
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    The extraordinarily prolific and witty French writer-and-philosopher Voltaire — whose real name was François-Marie Arouet — drank up to 100 cups of coffee a day!

    Voltaire called coffee “the bucket of black snakes” and said it was the closest thing he had to a religion.

    He did most of his imbibing at the Café de Procope, in Paris.

    Voltaire with book, sans "bucket of black snakes"

    Voltaire with book, sans “bucket of black snakes”

    Whereas the equally prolific — though far less witty and philosophical — Frenchman Honore de Balzac, whom we’ve discussed here before in the context of his unbelievably grueling writing schedule, “only” consumed about 50 cups of coffee per day, but … dig this:

    “Whenever a reasonable human dose failed to stimulate, Balzac would begin eating coffee powder on an empty stomach, ‘a horrible, rather brutal method,’ said Balzac, ‘[which belonged] only to men of excessive vigor, men with thick black hair and skin covered with liver spots, men with big square hands and legs shaped like bowling pins'” (source).

    Isn’t that beautiful?

    Just incidentally, if you’re interested in Voltaire and if you’re looking for an entertaining summer read, you might try Voltaire in Love, by the erudite Nancy Mitford. This book was written in the 1950’s, in London, and is breathtakingly articulate and fascinating.






About The Author

Ray Harvey

I was born and raised in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado. I've worked as a short-order cook, construction laborer, crab fisherman, janitor, bartender, pedi-cab driver, copyeditor, and more. I've written and ghostwritten several published books and articles, but no matter where I've gone or what I've done to earn my living, there's always been literature and learning at the core of my life.

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  • Tiffany Buczek 05.21.2014

    I’m a major procrastinator, which came in real handy while trying to get through college, so I’d leave papers and studying for the night before. My fuel was a full carafe of brewed espresso along with a pound of chocolate-covered espresso beans. How my gut survived is beyond me.

    I’d be lost and horribly unmotivated without coffee. I started drinking it before most Americans even knew what a cappuccino was. If only I had opened a coffee shop back in the 80s like I wanted (or bought Starbucks stock way back when), sigh…

  • Tiffany, what a pleasant surprise to see you here!

    Thank you for your coffee-fueled comment, and thank you for dropping by.

  • I’d follow your blog, but I can’t for the life of me figure out how to do that. And, yes, I have had my coffee, and yet, am still completely clueless.

  • Unless I install a widget, I’m not sure there’s a one-click way, as there is with wordpress.com.

    As for being “completely clueless,” as you say, I was born that way.

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