midnight
Yet , for all the things that my prison-clutch has held , the last work that I did was to set something free . I lay idle one night in the gloom on the warehouse floor . Nothing stirred there , and even the spider slept . Towards midnight a great flock of echoes suddenly leapt up from the wooden planks and circled round the roof . A man was coming towards me all alone . And as he came his soul was reproaching him , and I saw that there was a great trouble between the man and his soul , for his soul would not let him be , but went on reproaching him . `` Then the man saw me and said , ` This at least will not fail me . '