ten o’clock
what is better than light ? I have the sun , a friend who comes to visit me every day without the permission of the governor or the jailer 's company . He comes in at the window , and traces in my room a square the shape of the window , which lights up the hangings of my bed and floods the very floor . This luminous square increases from ten o'clock till midday , and decreases from one till three slowly , as if , having hastened to my presence , it sorrowed at bidding me farewell . When its last ray disappears I have enjoyed its presence for five hours . Is not that sufficient ? I have been told that there are unhappy beings who dig in quarries , and laborers who toil in mines , who never behold it at all . ''