10:51
With the hydrangealike blooms that garnished every corner . With Pfleugersville itself . Obviously the hour was late , for , other than himself , there was no one on the streets , although lights burned in the windows of some of the houses , and dogs of the same breed and size as Zarathustra occasionally trotted by . And yet according to his watch the time was 10:51 . Maybe , though , Pfleugersville was on different time . Maybe , here in Pfleugersville , it was the middle of the night . The farther he progressed into the village , the more enchanted he became .