eleven in the morning
You are no wiser than I . But if you should go so far as to ask me what is eternity , then I know quite as much in this matter , too , and reply thus : Eternity is merely unborn time , nothing but unborn time . My friend , come here to me and I will take a mirror from my pocket and reflect the sun on your face , my friend . You lie in bed till ten or eleven in the morning , yet you are weary , exhausted , when you get up . I see you in my mind 's eye as you go out into the street ; the morning has dawned too early on your blinking eyes . I rise at five quite refreshed . It is still dark outdoors , yet there is enough to look at -- the moon , the stars , the clouds , and the weather portents for the day .