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Three o’clock. Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon. Today it is intolerable. A cold sun whitens the dust on the window-panes. Pale sky clouded with white. The gutters were frozen this morning. I ruminate heavily near the gas stove; I know in advance the day is lost. I shall do nothing good, except, perhaps, after nightfall.