GR translation: Mirrors at high midnight.

[Mike Jing]

V450.7-17 (P457.22-33)   . . . .they go poking away down the narrow
sausage-shaped latrine now, two young/old men, their feet fade and cease to
ring on the sloping steel deck, their forms grow more transparent with
distance until it’s impossible to see them any more. Only the empty
compartment here, the S-curved spokes on the peep-show machines, the rows
of mirrors directly facing, reflecting each other, frame after frame, back
in a curve of very great radius. Out to the end of this segment of curve is
considered part of the space of the Rücksichtslos. Making it a rather fat
ship. Carrying its right-of-way along with it. “Crew morale,” whispered the
foxes at the Ministry meetings, “sailors’ superstitions. Mirrors at high
midnight. We know, don’t we?”

What is this "Mirrors at high midnight"?  I couldn't find any reference to
it.
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