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Solitude! How do we picture it?
A man alone on a raft in the midst of a boundless sea. A figure against a graying sky, with chasms beneath and ice peaks above. Such a derelict between life and death I felt myself to be, as on leaving the court-house, I stepped again into the street and faced my desperate future. I almost wished that I might feel a hand upon my shoulder and hear a voice in my ear saying: "Here is my warrant. I arrest you for murder in the name of the law;" for then I should know where my head would be laid for the night. Now I knew nothing.