six
o’clock
I shoot the dregs of my glass into his distended jaws . He springs away spitting and coughing , and I lie back in my chair convulsed with inextinguishable laughter . October 2d . I have suffered all day from a racking headache , having awakened at six o'clock and crept shivering to bed . I realise that Pommery and Greno are not demi-gods at all , but mere commercial purveyors of a form of alcohol , a quart of which it is injudicious to imbibe , with a one-eyed tom-cat as boon companion , at two o'clock in the morning : But I am unrepentant . If I committed follies last night , so much the better . I struggle no longer against the inevitable , when the inevitable is the crown and joy of earthly things .