three o’clock in the morning
`` After that , '' exclaimed Lavretsky , `` I have the right to call you a fanatic . '' `` Alas ! '' replied Mihalevitch with a contrite air , `` I have not so far deserved such an exalted title , unhappily . '' `` I have found out now what to call you , '' cried the same Mihalevitch , at three o'clock in the morning . `` You are not a sceptic , nor a pessimist , nor a Voltairean , you are a loafer , and you are a vicious loafer , a conscious loafer , not a simple loafer . Simple loafers lie on the stove and do nothing because they do n't know how to do anything ; they do n't think about anything either , but you are a man of ideas -- and yet you lie on the stove ; you could do something -- and you do nothing ; you lie idle with a full stomach and look down from above and say , ` It 's best to lie idle like this , because whatever people do , is all rubbish , leading to nothing . ''' `` And from what do you infer that I lie idle ? ''