noon
What had I to do with sleep ? Surely reason was the same in every world , and what reason could there be in going to sleep with the dead , when the hour was calling the live man ? Besides , no one would wake me , and how could I be certain of waking early -- of waking at all ? -- the sleepers in that house let morning glide into noon , and noon into night , nor ever stirred ! I murmured , but followed , for I knew not what else to do . The librarian walked on in silence , and I walked silent as he . Time and space glided past us .