You've been up all night time driving on your own into the ground with the forlornness of your lifestyle, the sheer ennui of existence, the deficiency of every thing that could possibly be explained to make lifetime worthwhile, stifled, bored, just tired of it, evening following evening, day right after working day, when, at five in the early morning, are not able to slumber, there is the gorgeous song of a robin out in the leaf-shedding trees.