• 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: 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