Surely, humor is the saving grace of us, for without it we should die of vexation.
B.
It is not so with me, to whom sleep is a coy mistress, much given to a teasing inconsistency and for ever demanding to be wooed – “lest too light winning make the prize light.”
C.
Between chime and chime of the clock …
D.
Discussing the question, … sleep drew the curtain.