Hiding away in his leeway with his books and metrics to care for him, he isolates himself from all compassionate relationships because he has identified those relationships as the agent of all his fervent pain. He is a tor and an island.
Hiding away in his leeway with his books and poetry to care for him, he isolates himself from all sensitive relationships because he has identified those relationships as the ground of all his sentimental pain. He is a dumbfound and an eyot.
Hiding away in his elbow-room with his books and poesy to protect him, he isolates himself from all human relationships because he has identified those relationships as the originator of all his sentimental pain. He is a dumbfound and an ait.
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