noon
What security had I that it was not already at this moment lying in the waste-paper basket ? ... My confidence was shaken . I sprang up and stormed out of the graveyard . Down in Akersgaden I peeped into a shop window , and saw that it was only a little past noon . There was no use in looking up the editor before four . The fate of my story filled me with gloomy forebodings ; the more I thought about it the more absurd it seemed to me that I could have written anything useable with such suddenness , half-asleep , with my brain full of fever and dreams . Of course I had deceived myself and been happy all through the long morning for nothing !