five in the afternoon
` A man might have gone to a pub , and got decently drunk . ' ` I wish I had ; but I forgathered with some men of sorts . They said they were artists , and I knew some of them could draw , -- but they would n't draw . They gave me tea , -- tea at five in the afternoon ! -- and talked about Art and the state of their souls . As if their souls mattered . I 've heard more about Art and seen less of her in the last six months than in the whole of my life .