three o'clock
He arose obediently and wrapped a wet towel around his head , and began to write . Once he paused long enough to mutter : -- `` Yes , that 's about it , -- that 's the way I felt ! '' and set to work again , mechanically , -- all the praise I got for what I deemed a literary achievement of the highest order ! At three o'clock , a.m. , he finished , pulled off his clothes automatically and tumbled into bed . I had no desire for sleep . My brain was racing madly , like an engine without a governor . I could write !