In my Facebook thread I ran into a theory called “bi-phasic” or “segmented” sleep. According to this theory, before modern times people slept their nights in two segments: a “first sleep” until midnight and a “second sleep” thereafter; in between, people would get up and do all sorts of stuff. This theory is presented by Roger Ekirch in the book At Day’s Close: A History of Nighttime. It was pretty well reviewed by many quality newspapers. I have not read the book; however, I got interested enough to read some reviews (one here) and found out that even Homer supposedly knew about “biphasic sleep”, and that his old translator Chapman, unlike later ones, supposedly knew as well. According to this Ekirch guy, the Proteus episode in the 4th book of the Odyssey gives evidence for his theory! These are Eidothea’s instructions to Menelaos on how to catch the Old Man of the Sea, according to Chapman’s translation:
In his first sleep, call up your hardiest cheer,
Vigour and violence, and hold him there,
In spite of all his strivings to be gone.
Lo and behold! “First sleep”! The only problem is that the Old Man is taking a NAP and Homer (and Chapman) says explicitly a couple of lines earlier that it’s MIDDAY. It should be obvious that Chapman’s “in his first sleep” means “as soon as he’s asleep”, and the the word “first” is only motivated by the fact that Greek πρῶτα also means “first”; ἐπὴν δὴ πρῶτα here obviously also means “as soon as”. I wonder if all the other evidence the author has accumulated is as selective and frankly frivolous as this.
‘τοιγὰρ ἐγώ τοι, ξεῖνε, μάλ᾽ ἀτρεκέως ἀγορεύσω.
ἦμος δ᾽ ἠέλιος μέσον οὐρανὸν ἀμφιβεβήκῃ,
τῆμος ἄρ᾽ ἐξ ἁλὸς εἶσι γέρων ἅλιος νημερτὴς
πνοιῇ ὕπο Ζεφύροιο μελαίνῃ φρικὶ καλυφθείς,
ἐκ δ᾽ ἐλθὼν κοιμᾶται ὑπὸ σπέσσι γλαφυροῖσιν:
ἀμφὶ δέ μιν φῶκαι νέποδες καλῆς ἁλοσύδνης
405ἁθρόαι εὕδουσιν, πολιῆς ἁλὸς ἐξαναδῦσαι,
πικρὸν ἀποπνείουσαι ἁλὸς πολυβενθέος ὀδμήν.
ἔνθα σ᾽ ἐγὼν ἀγαγοῦσα ἅμ᾽ ἠοῖ φαινομένηφιν
εὐνάσω ἑξείης: σὺ δ᾽ ἐὺ κρίνασθαι ἑταίρους
τρεῖς, οἵ τοι παρὰ νηυσὶν ἐυσσέλμοισιν ἄριστοι.
410πάντα δέ τοι ἐρέω ὀλοφώια τοῖο γέροντος.
φώκας μέν τοι πρῶτον ἀριθμήσει καὶ ἔπεισιν:
αὐτὰρ ἐπὴν πάσας πεμπάσσεται ἠδὲ ἴδηται,
λέξεται ἐν μέσσῃσι νομεὺς ὣς πώεσι μήλων.
τὸν μὲν ἐπὴν δὴ πρῶτα κατευνηθέντα ἴδησθε,
415καὶ τότ᾽ ἔπειθ᾽ ὑμῖν μελέτω κάρτος τε βίη τε,
αὖθι δ᾽ ἔχειν μεμαῶτα καὶ ἐσσύμενόν περ ἀλύξαι.
When heaven’s supremest height the sun doth skall,
The old Sea-tell-truth leaves the deeps, and hides
Amidst a black storm, when the West Wind chides,
In caves still sleeping. Round about him sleep
(With short feet swimming forth the foamy deep)
The sea-calves, lovely Halosydnes call’d,
From whom a noisome odour is exhaled,
Got from the whirl-pools, on whose earth they lie.
Here, when the morn illustrates all the sky,
I’ll guide, and seat thee in the fittest place
For the performance thou hast now in chace.
In mean time, reach thy fleet, and choose out three
Of best exploit, to go as aids to thee.
But now I’ll show thee all the old God’s sleights:
He first will number, and take all the sights
Of those his guard, that on the shore arrives.
When having view’d, and told them forth by fives,
He takes place in their midst, and there doth sleep,
Like to a shepherd midst his flock of sheep.
In his first sleep, call up your hardiest cheer,
Vigour and violence, and hold him there,
In spite of all his strivings to be gone.