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Best of all he liked to sleep. Sleeping was a very important activity for him. He liked to sleep for longish periods, great swathes of time. Merely sleeping overnight was not taking the business seriously. He enjoyed a good night's sleep and wouldn't miss one for the world, but found it as anything halfway near enough. He liked to be asleep by half-past eleven in the morning if possible, and if that should come directly after a nice leisurely lie-in then so much the better. A little light breakfast and a quick trip to the bathroom while fresh linen was applied to his bed is really all the activity he liked to undertake, and he took care that it didn't janate the sleepiness out of him and disturb his afternoon of napping. Sometimes he was able to spend an entire week asleep, and this he regarded as a good snooze. He had also slept through the whole of 1986 and hadn't missed it.

Douglas Adams, The Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Robert Frost

System going down at 5 this afternoon to install scheduler bug.

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Even in the afternoon of her best days.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7._

I would trade all my technology for an afternoon with Socrates.

Steven Paul Jobs

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice And the light of a pleasant eye.

NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867.     _Saturday Afternoon._

System going down at 1:45 this afternoon for disk crashing.

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He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

Jonathan Safran Foer

A man who has to be punctually at a certain place at five o'clock has the whole afternoon from one to five ruined for him already.

Lin Yutang

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring it was peace.

Milan Kundera

Ignoring her snit, Michael reached over to clasp her hand, holding it possessively. She spoke no words, but returned his squeeze. Perhaps this cloudless, perfect afternoon would be their last day together as allies. The house on Winslow Street was becoming a curse, and she could see no way forward for them. She leaned against his side, and he responded by lowering his cheek to rest against the top of her head.

Elizabeth Camden

Bit by bit, nevertheless, it comes over us that we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this one garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true mourning, which, though it may not be rending, is yet a little bitter. For nothing, in truth, can replace that companion. Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

He rode into Haarlem the following afternoon with

Rosalind Laker

In the twenty-first century the techniques of the political technologists have become centralized and systematized, coordinated out of the office of the presidential administration, where Surkov would sit behind a desk on which were phones bearing the names of all the “independent” party leaders, calling and directing them at any moment, day or night. The brilliance of this new type of authoritarianism is that instead of simply oppressing opposition, as had been the case with twentieth-century strains, it climbs inside all ideologies and movements, exploiting and rendering them absurd. One moment Surkov would fund civic forums and human rights NGOs, the next he would quietly support nationalist movements that accuse the NGOs of being tools of the West. With a flourish he sponsored lavish arts festivals for the most provocative modern artists in Moscow, then supported Orthodox fundamentalists, dressed all in black and carrying crosses, who in turn attacked the modern art exhibitions. The Kremlin’s idea is to own all forms of political discourse, to not let any independent movements develop outside of its walls. Its Moscow can feel like an oligarchy in the morning and a democracy in the afternoon, a monarchy for dinner and a totalitarian state by bedtime.

Peter Pomerantsev

Beatrix, Leo, Cat, Christopher, & Cam

Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._

But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._

Diplomacy is about surviving until the next century.  Politics is about

surviving until Friday afternoon.

        -- Sir Humphrey Appleby

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Three o'clock in the afternoon is always just a little too late or a little

too early for anything you want to do.

        -- Jean-Paul Sartre

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A billion seconds ago Harry Truman was president.

A billion minutes ago was just after the time of Christ.

A billion hours ago man had not yet walked on earth.

A billion dollars ago was late yesterday afternoon at the U.S. Treasury.

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System going down at 5 this afternoon to install scheduler bug.

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    Most of what I really need to know about how to live, and what to do,

and how to be, I learned in kindergarten.  Wisdom was not at the top of the

graduate school mountain but there in the sandbox at nursery school.

    These are the things I learned:  Share everything.  Play fair.  Don't

hit people.  Put things back where you found them.  Clean up your own mess.

Don't take things that aren't yours.   Say you're sorry when you hurt someone.

Wash your hands before you eat.  Flush.  Warm cookies and cold milk are good

for you.  Live a balanced life.  Learn some and think some and draw and paint

and sing and dance and play and work some every day.

    Take a nap every afternoon.  When you go out into the world, watch for

traffic, hold hands, and stick together.  Be aware of wonder.  Remember the

little seed in the plastic cup.   The roots go down and the plant goes up and

nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.  Goldfish and

hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup -- they all

die.  So do we.

    And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you

learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK.  Everything you need to know is in

there somewhere.  The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.  Ecology and

politics and sane living.

    Think of what a better world it would be if we all -- the whole world

-- had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with

our blankets for a nap.  Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other

nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own

messes.  And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into

the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

        -- Robert Fulghum, "All I ever really needed to know I learned

           in kindergarten"

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The time was the 19th of May, 1780.  The place was Hartford, Connecticut.

The day has gone down in New England history as a terrible foretaste of

Judgement Day.  For at noon the skies turned from blue to grey and by

mid-afternoon had blackened over so densely that, in that religious age,

men fell on their knees and begged a final blessing before the end came.

The Connecticut House of Representatives was in session.  And, as some of

the men fell down and others clamored for an immediate adjournment, the

Speaker of the House, one Col. Davenport, came to his feet.  He silenced

them and said these words: "The day of judgment is either approaching or

it is not.  If it is not, there is no cause for adjournment.  If it is, I

choose to be found doing my duty.  I wish therefore that candles may be

brought."

        -- Alistair Cooke

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Many years ago in a period commonly know as Next Friday Afternoon,

there lived a King who was very Gloomy on Tuesday mornings because he

was so Sad thinking about how Unhappy he had been on Monday and how

completely Mournful he would be on Wednesday....

        -- Walt Kelly

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    A manager went to his programmers and told them: "As regards to your

work hours: you are going to have to come in at nine in the morning and leave

at five in the afternoon."  At this, all of them became angry and several

resigned on the spot.

    So the manager said: "All right, in that case you may set your own

working hours, as long as you finish your projects on schedule."  The

programmers, now satisfied, began to come in a noon and work to the wee

hours of the morning.

        -- Geoffrey James, "The Tao of Programming"

Fortune Cookie

Is it 1974?  What's for SUPPER?  Can I spend my COLLEGE FUND in one

wild afternoon??

Fortune Cookie

[Norm tries to prove that he is not Anton Kreitzer.]

Norm:  Afternoon, everybody!

All:   Anton!

        -- Cheers, The Two Faces of Norm

Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?

Norm:  A flashing sign in my gut that says, ``Insert beer here.''

        -- Cheers, Call Me, Irresponsible

Sam:  What can I get you, Norm?

Norm: [scratching his beard] Got any flea powder?  Ah, just kidding.

      Gimme a beer; I think I'll just drown the little suckers.

        -- Cheers, Two Girls for Every Boyd

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One dusty July afternoon, somewhere around the turn of the century, Patrick

Malone was in Mulcahey's Bar, bending an elbow with the other street car

conductors from the Brooklyn Traction Company.  While they were discussing the

merits of a local ring hero, the bar goes silent.  Malone turns around to see

his wife, with a face grim as death, stalking to the bar.

    Slapping a four-bit piece down on the bar, she draws herself up to her

full five feet five inches and says to Mulcahey, "Give me what himself has

been havin' all these years."

    Mulcahey looks at Malone, who shrugs, and then back at Margaret Mary

Malone.  He sets out a glass and pours her a triple shot of Rye.  The bar is

totally silent as they watch the woman pick up the glass and knock back the

drink.  She slams the glass down on the bar, gasps, shudders slightly, and

passes out; falling straight back, stiff as a board, saved from sudden contact

with the barroom floor by the ample belly of Seamus Fogerty.

    Sometime later, she comes to on the pool table, a jacket under her

head.  Her bloodshot eyes fell upon her husband, who says, "And all these

years you've been thinkin' I've been enjoying meself."

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>Afternoon, n.:

    That part of the day we spend worrying about how we wasted the morning.

Fortune Cookie

I began many years ago, as so many young men do, in searching for the

perfect woman.  I believed that if I looked long enough, and hard enough,

I would find her and then I would be secure for life.  Well, the years

and romances came and went, and I eventually ended up settling for someone

a lot less than my idea of perfection.  But one day, after many years

together, I lay there on our bed recovering from a slight illness.  My

wife was sitting on a chair next to the bed, humming softly and watching

the late afternoon sun filtering through the trees.  The only sounds to

be heard elsewhere were the clock ticking, the kettle downstairs starting

to boil, and an occasional schoolchild passing beneath our window.  And

as I looked up into my wife's now wrinkled face, but still warm and

twinkling eyes, I realized something about perfection...  It comes only

with time.

        -- James L. Collymore, "Perfect Woman"

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"Good afternoon, madam.  How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon.  I'd like a FrintArms HandCannon, please."

"A--?  Oh, now, that's an awfully big gun for such a lovely lady.  I

mean, not everybody thinks ladies should carry guns at all, though I

say they have a right to.  But I think... I might... Let's have a look

down here.  I might have just the thing for you.  Yes, here we are!

Look at that, isn't it neat?  Now that is a FrintArms product as well,

but it's what's called a laser -- a light-pistol some people call

them.  Very small, as you see; fits easily into a pocket or bag; won't

spoil the line of a jacket; and you won't feel you're lugging half a

tonne of iron around with you.  We do a range of matching accessories,

including -- if I may say so -- a rather saucy garter holster.  Wish I

got to do the fitting for that!  Ha -- just my little joke.  And

there's *even*... here we are -- this special presentation pack: gun,

charged battery, charging unit, beautiful glider-hide shoulder holster

with adjustable fitting and contrast stitching, and a discount on your

next battery.  Full instructions, of course, and a voucher for free

lessons at your local gun club or range.  Or there's the *special*

presentation pack; it has all the other one's got but with *two*

charged batteries and a night-sight, too.  Here, feel that -- don't

worry, it's a dummy battery -- isn't it neat?  Feel how light it is?

Smooth, see?  No bits to stick out and catch on your clothes, *and*

beautifully balanced.  And of course the beauty of a laser is, there's

no recoil.  Because it's shooting light, you see?  Beautiful gun,

beautiful gun; my wife has one.  Really.  That's not a line, she

really has.  Now, I can do you that one -- with a battery and a free

charge -- for ninety-five; or the presentation pack on a special

offer for one-nineteen; or this, the special presentation pack, for

one-forty-nine."

"I'll take the special."

"Sound choice, madam, *sound* choice.  Now, do--?"

"And a HandCannon, with the eighty-mill silencer, five GP clips, three

six-five AP/wire-fl'echettes clips, two bipropellant HE clips, and a

Special Projectile Pack if you have one -- the one with the embedding

rounds, not the signalers.  I assume the night-sight on this toy is

compatible?"

"Aah... yes,  And how does madam wish to pay?"

She slapped her credit card on the counter.  "Eventually."

        -- Iain M. Banks, "Against a Dark Background"

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>Afternoon very favorable for romance.  Try a single person for a change.

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Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a

rainy Sunday afternoon.

        -- Susan Ertz

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<Culus> dhd:  R you part of the secret debian overstructure?

<dhd> no. there is no secret debian overstructure.

<CosmicRay> although, now that somebody brought it up, let's start one

            :-)

<Knghtbrd> CosmicRay - why not, sounds like a fun way to spend the

           afternoon =D

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The American Dental Association announced today that most plaque tends

to form on teeth around 4:00 PM in the afternoon.

Film at 11:00.

Fortune Cookie

On this certain fine Sunday, Mr. Lorry walked towards Soho, early in the afternoon, for three reasons of habit. Firstly, because, on fine Sundays, he often walked out, before dinner, with the Doctor and Lucie; secondly, because, on unfavourable Sundays, he was accustomed to be with them as the family friend, talking, reading, looking out of window, and generally getting through the day; thirdly, because he happened to have his own little shrewd doubts to solve, and knew how the ways of the Doctor's household pointed to that time as a likely time for solving them.

Charles Dickens     A Tale of Two Cities

"No, I must go. My heart is lightened already since I have confided my trouble to you. I shall look forward to seeing you again this afternoon." She dropped her thick black veil over her face and glided from the room.

Arthur Conan Doyle     The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

This dialogue made us all uneasy, and me very uneasy. The dismal wind was muttering round the house, the tide was flapping at the shore, and I had a feeling that we were caged and threatened. A four-oared galley hovering about in so unusual a way as to attract this notice was an ugly circumstance that I could not get rid of. When I had induced Provis to go up to bed, I went outside with my two companions (Startop by this time knew the state of the case), and held another council. Whether we should remain at the house until near the steamer's time, which would be about one in the afternoon, or whether we should put off early in the morning, was the question we discussed. On the whole we deemed it the better course to lie where we were, until within an hour or so of the steamer's time, and then to get out in her track, and drift easily with the tide. Having settled to do this, we returned into the house and went to bed.

Charles Dickens     Great Expectations

As in all such times, the petty conventional life of the city went on, ignoring the Revolution as much as possible. The poets made verses--but not about the Revolution. The realistic painters painted scenes from mediæval Russian history--anything but the Revolution. Young ladies from the provinces came up to the capital to learn French and cultivate their voices, and the gay young beautiful officers wore their gold-trimmed crimson _bashliki_ and their elaborate Caucasian swords around the hotel lobbies. The ladies of the minor bureaucratic set took tea with each other in the afternoon, carrying each her little gold or silver or jewelled sugar-box, and half a loaf of bread in her muff, and wished that the Tsar were back, or that the Germans would come, or anything that would solve the servant problem.... The daughter of a friend of mine came home one afternoon in hysterics because the woman street-car conductor had called her “Comrade!”

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

"'MY DEAR MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES:--Lord Backwater tells me that I may place implicit reliance upon your judgment and discretion. I have determined, therefore, to call upon you and to consult you in reference to the very painful event which has occurred in connection with my wedding. Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, is acting already in the matter, but he assures me that he sees no objection to your co-operation, and that he even thinks that it might be of some assistance. I will call at four o'clock in the afternoon, and, should you have any other engagement at that time, I hope that you will postpone it, as this matter is of paramount importance. Yours faithfully, ST. SIMON.'

Arthur Conan Doyle     The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

In the high, amphitheatrical Nicolai Hall that afternoon I saw the Duma sitting in _permanence,_ tempestuous, grouping around it all the forces of opposition. The old Mayer, Schreider, majestic with his white hair and beard, was describing his visit to Smolny the night before, to protest in the name of the Municipal Self-Government. “The Duma, being the only existing legal Government in the city, elected by equal, direct and secret suffrage, would not recognise the new power,” he had told Trotzky. And Trotzky had answered, “There is a constitutional remedy for that. The Duma can be dissolved and re-elected....” At this report there was a furious outcry.

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

That afternoon his letter of resignation was published in the newspapers:

John Reed     Ten Days That Shook the World

Well, they held the auction in the public square, along towards the end of the afternoon, and it strung along, and strung along, and the old man he was on hand and looking his level pisonest, up there longside of the auctioneer, and chipping in a little Scripture now and then, or a little goody-goody saying of some kind, and the duke he was around goo-gooing for sympathy all he knowed how, and just spreading himself generly.

Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)     Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

"Is that a portrait of some one you know?" asked Eliza, who had approached me unnoticed. I responded that it was merely a fancy head, and hurried it beneath the other sheets. Of course, I lied: it was, in fact, a very faithful representation of Mr. Rochester. But what was that to her, or to any one but myself? Georgiana also advanced to look. The other drawings pleased her much, but she called that "an ugly man." They both seemed surprised at my skill. I offered to sketch their portraits; and each, in turn, sat for a pencil outline. Then Georgiana produced her album. I promised to contribute a water-colour drawing: this put her at once into good humour. She proposed a walk in the grounds. Before we had been out two hours, we were deep in a confidential conversation: she had favoured me with a description of the brilliant winter she had spent in London two seasons ago--of the admiration she had there excited--the attention she had received; and I even got hints of the titled conquest she had made. In the course of the afternoon and evening these hints were enlarged on: various soft conversations were reported, and sentimental scenes represented; and, in short, a volume of a novel of fashionable life was that day improvised by her for my benefit. The communications were renewed from day to day: they always ran on the same theme--herself, her loves, and woes. It was strange she never once adverted either to her mother's illness, or her brother's death, or the present gloomy state of the family prospects. Her mind seemed wholly taken up with reminiscences of past gaiety, and aspirations after dissipations to come. She passed about five minutes each day in her mother's sick-room, and no more.

Charlotte Bronte     Jane Eyre

"Ah, my friend!" she said, touching his arm as she had done her son's when speaking to him that afternoon, "believe me I suffer no less than you do, but be a man!"

Leo Tolstoy     War and Peace

In the afternoon Lydia was urgent with the rest of the girls to walk to Meryton, and to see how everybody went on; but Elizabeth steadily opposed the scheme. It should not be said that the Miss Bennets could not be at home half a day before they were in pursuit of the officers. There was another reason too for her opposition. She dreaded seeing Mr. Wickham again, and was resolved to avoid it as long as possible. The comfort to _her_ of the regiment's approaching removal was indeed beyond expression. In a fortnight they were to go--and once gone, she hoped there could be nothing more to plague her on his account.

Jane Austen     Pride and Prejudice

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