Who knows what true loneliness is -- not the conventional word, but the naked terror?
To the lonely themselves it wears a mask.
The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
Now and then a fatal conjunction of events may lift the veil for an instant.
For an instant only. No human being could bear a steady view of moral solitude without going mad.
To the lonely themselves it wears a mask.
The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
Now and then a fatal conjunction of events may lift the veil for an instant.
For an instant only. No human being could bear a steady view of moral solitude without going mad.
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