three o'clock in the evening
The air could not be renewed in the interior of the Nautilus . And this day would make it worse . An intolerable weight oppressed me . Towards three o'clock in the evening this feeling rose to a violent degree . Yawns dislocated my jaws . My lungs panted as they inhaled this burning fluid , which became rarefied more and more . A moral torpor took hold of me .