morning, noon
How did I invent it ? I do not know . I had no idea what the characters were to say when I began to write it , but one remark grew inevitably and surely out of the one before . I was never at a loss ; I never stuck fast ; indeed the one temptation which I firmly and constantly resisted was the temptation to write morning , noon , and night . Sometimes I had a horrible fear that I might not live to set down what was so clear in my mind ; but there is a certain freshness which comes of self-restraint . Day after day , as I strolled , and read , and talked , I used to hug myself at the thought of the beloved evening hours that were coming , when I should fling myself upon the book with a passionate zest , and feel it grow under my hand . And then it was done !