If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I donโt admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange one; and as the current answers donโt do, one has to grope for a new one, and the process of discarding the old, when one is by no means certain what to put in their place, is a sad one.
Virginia WoolfTo whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?โฆThere is nobodyโhere among these grey arches, and moaning pigeons, and cheerful games and tradition and emulation, all so skilfully organised to prevent feeling alone.
Virginia Woolf