A Quote by David Mitchell

An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton. — © David Mitchell
An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.

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After eating, an epicure gives a thin smile of satisfaction; a gastronome, burping into his napkin, praises the food in a magazine; a gourmet, repressing his burp, criticizes the food in the same magazine; a gourmand belches happily and tells everybody where he ate; a glutton empraces the white porcelain alter, or more plainly, he barfs.
The difference between a gourmet and a gourmand we take to be this: a gourmet is he who selects, for his nice and learned delectation, the most choice delicacies, prepared in the most scientific manner; whereas the gourmand bears a closer analogy to that class of great eaters ill-naturedly (we dare say) denominated, or classed with, aldermen.
If you must be a glutton, be a glutton for work.
Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.
The sluggard is a living insensible.
I really like hamburgers and French fries, and I don't consider myself some kind of gourmand.
Sloth is the torpidity of the mental faculties; the sluggard is a living insensible.
Tomorrow is always the sluggard's working day; today is his holiday
The faster you go, the idler you get.
Every man is, or hopes to be, an idler.
I feel really lucky that I somehow have blagged my way into loads of different experiences. I find making a film fascinating, I find making a play amazing, and working with my band and scoring things... it's all really cool. I'm just a glutton for experience, really.
When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn't write a novel, people said I couldn't write. When I acted like a liar, they called me a liar. When I acted like a rich man, they started the rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering. The world is out of joint.
A learned man is an idler who kills time by study.
Turn on the prudent Ant, thy heedful eyes, Observe her labours, Sluggard, and be wise.
The heavens, with their everlasting faithfulness, look down on no sadder contradiction than the sluggard and the slattern in their prayers.
I am a glutton for tranquility.
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