noon
That was her word , her portion . For hours , days , years she had been battling , but not now ! No longer would she be one of the veal calves tied to a post on the world 's highway , to consume the pity of poor avatars ! ... Avatars -- the word changed the whole order of her thoughts ; and those which came were not like hers , but reckless ventures on forbidden ground ; and , too , there was zest in the very foreignness of the thoughts : Avatars -- did they not spring into being from such instants as this -- high noon , vitality rising to the sun , all earth in the stillness of creation ; and above , blue and gold , millions and millions of leagues of sheer happiness ; and behind -- put far behind for the hour -- all crawling and contending creatures ... . And now the yellow-brown studio would not remain behind , but swept clearly into her thinking . Something was queer about it . Yes , the havoc of loneliness and suffering was gone ... .