one o'clock
If it had by some strange chance entered his head , he would have reasoned that he was as stout as she was , that he had eaten as much dinner , that he was several years older , and that it was her cloak . Logic is so irresistible . To go on eating long after you have ceased to be hungry has fascinations , apparently , that are difficult to withstand , and if it gives you so much pleasure that the resulting inability to move without gasping is accepted with the meekness of martyrs , who shall say that you are wrong ? My not myself liking a large dinner at one o'clock is not a reason for my thinking I am superior to those who do . Their excesses , it is true , are not my excesses , but then neither are mine theirs ; and what about the days of idleness I spend , doing nothing from early till late but lie on the grass watching clouds ? If I were to murmur gluttons , could not they , from their point of view , retort with conviction fool ? All those maxims about judging others by yourself , and putting yourself in another person 's place , are not , I am afraid , reliable .