... "Fear, I was scared a bit 'when I heard a knock, I had thought I could be you, but I was not afraid, it was only the loneliness, This then loneliness, because you still have to learn to know what it is, I've always lived alone, too, but solitude is not living alone, loneliness is not being able to keep company with someone or something that is within us , loneliness is not a tree in the middle of a plain where there is only he, is the distance between the sap and bark deep between the leaf and root, you are raving, all the things that appointments are tied together, there there is no loneliness, Never mind the tree, look inside and see the loneliness, as they say, even among the lonely people, even worse, lonely to be where we did not even ourselves [...] It was not that solitude I spoke, but the other, to be with ourselves, the endurance, which makes us friends, even on this there is to say, sometimes we can not handle it, we invoke a presence, a voice, other times the own voice and that same presence, only serve to make it intolerable [...] do not remember feeling really good, I think indeed that this is the first of loneliness, not feeling useful '...
(José Saramago, The Year of death Ricardo Reis )
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