A sense of utter lonelinessloneliness inevitable, crushing, eternal, the loneliness of existence, encompassed by the infinite void of unconsciousnessenfolded him as a pall. Life lay like an incubus on his bosom. He shuddered at the thought that death might overlook him, and deny him its refuge.

Edward Bellamy
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