midnight
Still , there 's no harm in putting a full stop to one 's disagreeable thoughts by looking at a mark on the wall . Indeed , now that I have fixed my eyes upon it , I feel that I have grasped a plank in the sea ; I feel a satisfying sense of reality which at once turns the two Archbishops and the Lord High Chancellor to the shadows of shades . Here is something definite , something real . Thus , waking from a midnight dream of horror , one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent , worshipping the chest of drawers , worshipping solidity , worshipping reality , worshipping the impersonal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours . That is what one wants to be sure of ... . Wood is a pleasant thing to think about . It comes from a tree ; and trees grow , and we do n't know how they grow .