In Blood and Gold Anne Rice's character Marius says "And then I went to my rest, never dreaming that it was the last night of our life together, the last night of my supreme power...the last night of my Perfect Time."

I think it has to be that way. Perfect Times may just always end suddenly and in tragedy. If we knew the Perfect Time would end in blood and death and fire and pain then would it still be the Perfect Time? Would it still be beautiful and sweet and slow and intoxicating? Would the pall of the premonition destroy the Perfect Time or it would it make it all the sweeter for knowing it wouldn't last and you needs must cherish every moment?