noon
`` Look , the end of life -- like that ! '' said Jean Jacques oratorically with a wave of the hand towards the prismatic radiance . `` All the way round , the whole circle -- no , it would be too much , '' Carmen replied sadly . `` Better to go at noon -- or soon after . Then the only memory of life would be of the gallop . No crawling into the night for me , if I can help it . Mother of Heaven , no !