What all-good being would let this happen?

Here’s another argument against the existence of God. It is now three thirty in the afternoon here and it is starting to get dark. In an hour it will be as dark as midnight. The short daylight hours are starting to drive me insane. I will soon be the batty neighbour who sits outside his house sunbathing stark naked in the middle of winter, all just to catch the few hours of light we do get here. And if any bloody Pangloss turns up to try to convince me that this is all to the best I’ll tie him into the sun-chair next to mine.

O.K. So that probably isn’t as good a reason not to think this the best of all possible worlds as this, nor indeed, this.