I do best alone at night. By Gunar Echeliff. I do best alone at night, alone with the secrets my lamp has set free from the day that asks too much, bent over a labor never finished, the combinations of solitaire. What then if the solitaire always defeats me, I have the whole night? Somewhere chance is sleeping in the cards. Where a truth has been said once already. Then why worry, can it ever be said again? In my absent mindedness, I will listen to the wind and the night, to the flutes of the Corabans, and to the speech of the men who wander, forever.