three in the morning
It was the worst season for climbing , and on the spur of the moment I could do nothing but get up the Rochers de Naye on the wrong side , and try and find some eyrie that was neither slippery nor wet . I did not succeed . In one place I slipped down a wet bank for some yards and held at last by a root ; if I had slipped much further I should not be writing here now ; and I came back a very weary and bruised climber , without any meditation ... . Three nights after when I was in bed I became very lucidly awake -- it must have been about two or three in the morning -- and the vision of life returned to me , with that same effect of enlargement and illumination . It was as if the great stillness that is behind and above and around the world of sense did in some way communicate with me . It bade me rouse my spirit and go on with the thoughts and purposes that had been stirring and proliferating in my mind when I had returned to England from the Cape . `` Dismiss your passion . ''