My life: a tragedy booed off the stage by the gods after only the first act. Friends: none. Just a few acquaintances who

My life: a tragedy booed off the stage by the gods after only the first act. Friends: none. Just a few acquaintances who think they get on with me and would perhaps be sorry if I got knocked down by a train or it rained on the day of the funeral. The natural reward for my withdrawal from life has been an inability, which I created in others, to sympathize with me. There’s an aura of cold around me, a halo of ice that repels others.

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