three o’clock in the
afternoon
The air could n't be renewed in the Nautilus 's interior . Accordingly , that day it kept getting worse . An unbearable heaviness weighed me down . Near three o'clock in the afternoon , this agonizing sensation affected me to an intense degree . Yawns dislocated my jaws . My lungs were gasping in their quest for that enkindling elastic fluid required for breathing , now growing scarcer and scarcer . My mind was in a daze .