Morning is the time to hide. They wake up, hale and hearty, their tongues hanging out for order, beauty and justice, baying for their due. Yes, from eight or nine till noon is the dangerous time. But towards noon things quiet down, the most implacable are sated, they go home, it might have been better but they've done a good job, there have been a few survivors but they'll give no more trouble, each man counts his rats.
The quote reflects a sense of caution and anxiety in the morning hours, depicting it as a period filled with restless energy and demands for fairness. People awaken with vigor, eager for their rights, pushing for order and beauty in the world. This morning tumult is described as potentially perilous, with individuals appearing relentless in their pursuits until around noon.
As the day progresses, a shift occurs; the intensity lessens as those who demanded much begin to feel satisfied and return home. A sense of resolution follows, with some survivors left behind but deemed no longer troublesome. Each person reflects on what they have encountered, suggesting a grim tally of experiences that echo a pervasive struggle for meaning and survival.