one o’clock
It 's the easiest thing in the world to write laudation ; only an inexperienced grumbler would declare it was easier to find fault . The book was Billington 's `` Vagaries '' ; pompous idiocy , of course , but he lives in a big house and gives dinners . Well , from 10.30 to 11 , I smoked a cigar and reflected , feeling that the day was n't badly begun . At eleven I was ready to write my Saturday causerie for the Will o ' the Wisp ; it took me till close upon one o'clock , which was rather too long . I ca n't afford more than an hour and a half for that job . At one , I rushed out to a dirty little eating-house in Hampstead Road . Was back again by a quarter to two , having in the meantime sketched a paper for The West End .