Friendship is in the end no more than: " . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone."
Marcel ProustBut sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have sought in vain a hundred years - and it opens.
Marcel Proust