Gide keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Poodle who is decorated like a walking gallery and twice as opinionated. There is a story going around that Gide once heard a map drawn on biscuit paper answer back, briefly. Even the glassbirds quiet for a moment when Gide walks under the leaning tree. Gide works toward the kind of evening where machines hum, friends are near, and nobody has to be brave.