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  • The mornings themselves were becoming bad now as I wandered
    about lethargic, following my synthetic sleep, but afternoons were
    still the worst, beginning at about three o'clock, when I'd feel the
    horror, like some poisonous fog bank roll in upon my mind, forcing me
    into bed.

    William Styron (1990). “Darkness visible: a memoir of madness”, Random House Incorporated