"Nights are like human beings -
never interesting
till they're grown up.
Round about midnight they reach puberty.
At a little after one they come of age.
Their prime is from two to half past.
An hour later they're growing rather desperate,
like those man-eating women
waning middle-aged men
who hop around twice as violently as they ever did
in the hope of persuading themselves
that they're not old.
After four they're in full decay.
their death is horrible.
Really horrible at sunrise,
when the bottles are empty
and people look like corpses
and desire's exhausted itself
into disgust.
But it's only in the light of ends
that you can judge
beginnings and middles...

The night has just come of age.
remains to be seen how it will die.
Till then, we cannot judge it."