Nobody asked but …
I am watching a vintage film of Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Mikado, and all of a sudden I encountered in the script the most wonderful exchange —
Nanki-Poo: Who says twenty-four hours make a day?
Pitti-Sing: There’s a popular impression to that effect.
What a wit W. S. Gilbert was! This explains so much. How many fictions must we burden ourselves with to get through the day?