Eight o'clock on Thursday
Not that the remaining six are lacking in individuality . Monday is a depressed and reluctant individual ; Tuesday is a full-blooded and energetic citizen ; Wednesday a cheerful and contented gentleman who does not intend to overwork himself to-day , -- this is probably due to the fact that we used to have a half-holiday on Wednesdays at school ; and when I got into Parliament I found that the same rule held there ; Thursday I regard as one who ploughs steadily on his way , lacking enthusiasm but comfortably conscious of a second wind ; Friday is a debilitated but hopeful toiler , whose sole joy in his work lies in anticipating its speedy conclusion ; and Saturday is a radiant fellow with a straw hat and a week-end bag . Still , one week-day is very like another at waking time . My mental vision , never pellucid , is in its most opaque condition in the early grey of the morning ; and at Oxford , I remember , I found it necessary to instruct my scout to rouse me from slumber in some such fashion as this : `` Eight o'clock on Thursday mornin ' , sir ! '' -LRB- as if I had slept since Monday at least -RRB- , or '' ` Alf-past nine , slight rain , and a Toosday , sir ! '' However , no one was ever yet needed to inform me that it was Sunday morning . This is perhaps natural enough in town , where the silence of the streets and the sound of bells proclaim the day ; but why the same phenomenon should occur in the middle of a Highland moor , where every day is one glorious open-air Sabbath , passes my comprehension .