five o'clock
He slept fitfully , with constant wakings of anguish . The fear wore away the core of him . His plan was to sit up very late : drink in company until one or half-past one in the morning ; then he would get three hours of sleep , of oblivion . It was light by five o'clock . But he was shocked almost to madness if he opened his eyes on the darkness . In the daytime he was all right , always occupied with the thing of the moment , adhering to the trivial present , which seemed to him ample and satisfying . No matter how little and futile his occupations were , he gave himself to them entirely , and felt normal and fulfilled .