noon
Ethereal , melancholy , wailing , plaintive , nebulous , and pathetic are but a few . Why -- why try to tie a label to something which slips from the fingers even as they close about it ? Why _ try _ to describe that which can not be described ? There is , or was , a certain line which in the heat of an Egyptian noon , or the stillness of an Egyptian night , when the first notes of a human voice , or stringed instrument , or rudely cut pipe-reed reach the ears , would creep out of some memory cell . One loved the vagueness of those words : `` Out of the nowhere , into here ! '' Loved the infinite space they opened up with their aloofness and indefiniteness , until , alas ! they took concrete shape when chosen as title to the picture of a robust , Royal Academy , Fed-on-Virol looking babe , which doubtless , when trying to grab some passing Olympian butterfly , fell off the lap of the Gods into a sitting position upon Mother Earth .