You've been up all night time driving your self into the ground with the forlornness of your daily life, the sheer ennui of existence, the absence of every little thing that may possibly be mentioned to make daily life worthwhile, stifled, bored, just exhausted of it, night following evening, day immediately after working day, when, at five in the morning, cannot slumber, there is the stunning tune of a robin out in the leaf-shedding trees.