“Now when the bright light of sun was set, these went each to his own house to sleep, where each one had his palace made with cunning device by famed Hephaistos the lame god, and Zeus the Olympian, the lord of lightning, departed to his couch where he was wont of old to take his rest, whenever sweet sleep visited him.” Such was the composition of Homer, purblind Greek poet.

The subject I am taking pains to assay is not unsimilar; however, it bears certain unique properties, as to be altogether something of a slightly different gendre. It is this: after several years of proceeding with mankind’s customary nocturnal activities at the ninth hour of the eve, and engaging in worthwhile pursuit until half-past the same (and, I might add, being gradually accompanied by an ever growing number of those, who, while yet younger, comply with the same), there has increasingly come to my attention the need for a more timely hour, to wit, later.

“What”, you ask, “would be the peroration of such an amendment to the consummate laws and traditions of this realm, and from whence would come repayment of pains taken unto the part of a particular one, even myself?”

Well, dear reader, consider a well-known adage of our day, namely, “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” Quite true! Notwithstanding, however, Rome was built in days, in sooth, collections of hours! What benefit, then, might one receive if given one hour per day? “Cities would be built, worlds conquered, and the universe explored to the extreme benefit of all mankind!”, you cry. Just look and see what delightful possibilities should ensue and are knocking, yea calling, at your very door-step! Open then, O reader, and perceive the grandeur of all these blessings that await to greet you and come cascading into your lap at your slightest bid!