How brilliantly explained: "The feeling of the morning after the night before is not a sensation endured by the dissolute only: every morning, for every human being, is in some sort a morning after the night before: the dissolute merely experience it in a more intense degree.  There is an air of decauch about tossed bed-clothes, stale air, cold hot-water bottles, and last night's cast-off clothing, from which even the primmest of maiden laides cannot hope to escape.  Sleep is gross, a form of abandonment, and it is impossible for anyone to awake and observe its sordid consequences save with a faint sense of recent dissipation, of minute personal disquiet and remorse." —Patrick Hamilton, The Slaves of Solitude

"The morning after the night before."  From Peace College's 1974 yearbook.