seven o'clock
And though I say it that should not , the choice was not such a bad shot for a stupid instinctive force that has to work and become conscious of itself by means of human brains . If we could only realize that though the Life Force supplies us with its own purpose , it has no other brains to work with than those it has painfully and imperfectly evolved in our heads , the peoples of the earth would learn some pity for their gods ; and we should have a religion that would not be contradicted at every turn by the thing that is giving the lie to the thing that ought to be . WELWYN , _ Sunday , June _ 25 , 1905 . At seven o'clock on a fine evening in April the gas had just been lighted in a room on the first floor of a house in York Road , Lambeth . A man , recently washed and brushed , stood on the hearthrug before a pier glass , arranging a white necktie , part of his evening dress . He was about thirty , well grown , and fully developed muscularly . There was no cloud of vice or trouble upon him : he was concentrated and calm , making no tentative movements of any sort -LRB- even a white tie did not puzzle him into fumbling -RRB- , but acting with a certainty of aim and consequent economy of force , dreadful to the irresolute .