"When we ask the sluggard 'How long...?' 'When...?' we are being too definite for him. He doesn't know. All he knows is his delicious drowsiness; all he asks is a little respite: 'a little...a little...a little...' He does not commit himself to a refusal but deceives himself by the smallness of his surrenders. So, be inches and minutes, his opportunity slips away." Derek Kidner









