I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me. It seems to me so shocking to see the precious hours of a man's life—the priceless moments that will never come back to him again—being wasted in mere brutish sleep.Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (London: Collins Classics, 2013; 1889), p. 42.