“It hurt… it hurt like phagocytes devouring the white matter of her brain.”

Tom Wolfe, I am Charlotte Simmons

Wolfe died at age 88.

Full excerpt:

Loneliness wasn’t just a state of mind, was it? It was tactile. She could feel it. It was a sixth sense, not in some fanciful play of words, but physically. It hurt… it hurt like phagocytes devouring the white matter of her brain. It was merely that she had no friends. She didn’t even have a sanctuary in which she could simply be alone.

It’s funny that loneliness is sometimes not having a Place to be Alone.

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