With so many people out of town, temporarily and permanently, I’ve been spending my evenings reading and watching movies. I would enjoy these things a lot more, I think, if I didn’t feel a little bit guilty about being so solitary.

This guilt, which is a feeling quite apart from loneliness, I am not sure where it arises. All cultures must, if they are to be more than a mere collection of individuals, draw people into the group, and ours, in which we share no common language, religion, art, or purpose, may be forced to do so by making it seem unnatural to be alone. Then too, for a people as profoundly materialistic as we are, solitude is absolute and voiceless, Nature desolate and hostile. But beyond what guilt is imposed by culture, there is a desire to share that is wholly human and good. It does not preclude solitude, but demands, I think, that something be shared. So:

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