As a rule everything that can be done is done, so that one must sit idle.

Also it is then that both the physical and the moral qualities are at their lowest ebb, as is the mercury in the thermometer.

The night is dying, the day is not yet born.

All nature feels the influence of that hour.
Then bad dreams come, then infants wake and call, then memories of those who are lost to us arise, then the hesitating soul often takes its plunge into the depths of the Unknown.

It is not wonderful, therefore, that on this occasion the wheels of Time drave heavily for me.