You've been up all evening driving by yourself into the floor with the forlornness of your existence, the sheer ennui of existence, the absence of everything that might be claimed to make existence worthwhile, stifled, bored, just fatigued of it, night time following evening, working day right after day, when, at five in the early morning, are unable to sleep, there is the beautiful tune of a robin out in the leaf-shedding trees whilst it is.