Even when I was in a crowd,
Sheridan: I never forget the feeling of helplessness. I never thought there could be anything worse than being all alone in the night.
: But there is. Being all alone in a crowd.
Sometimes it's a relief to get lost in the sea of faces...other times, it feels like I'm drowning.
For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee, —
Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
—Lord Byron, "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage", Canto III, Stanza CXIII