midnight
But human beings have not even got the courage or energy to do that ; they put up with anything , and drag on -- miserables that they are . I said they were not equal in value to the sheep -- why , they 're not worth anything when they 're dead . You can not even sell the skins of the Things ! Slip-slop in the dust they drive along to the fair , where there will be an immense amount of eating and a far larger amount of drinking all round them , in every house they pass , and up to midnight . They will see valuable animals , and men with well-lined pockets . What on earth can a tramp find to please him among all this ? It is not for him ; yet he goes to see it .